Burn

You say you want illumination
But you stay sitting in the dark
Letting others take your light
While you endure their bark.

You say you want recognition
But you live for approval
Walking the line they've drawn
Blind to the benefit of its removal.

You say you want power
But your foundation is weak
Face in the dirt with every stumble
Your roar is just a squeak.

This isn't an attack
It's a place to begin
Your realized desires
Live deep within.

Stand yourself up
Leave the black mirror behind
Forge your own path
And don't follow the blind. 

When your life crumbles
Reduced to hot coals
Let them burn our feet
As we step into our roles. 

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Image: Tina Crossgrove

This piece was written for day 21 of the Halls of Pandemonium challenge put on by Bradley Ramsey

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Image: Tina Crossgrove