Playing with traditional structures; for the quiet ones who rise anyway.
Dare take space, creature of light and matter
Own every spark your shadows have concealed
Nevermore, in silence, shall your voice shatter
In oppression, your power swells, unwielded
Yellow chrysanthemums for the frail ego
Which dares resurrect with each rising sun
Forsaken by your kin, lonely hero
Brush off your tears, the journey must go on
Your skin quivers from shedding a past form
Facing the rage which ignites melting gold
And content, immortal, solely transforms
Tracing fate by foot, matters not who scolds
Smiles the heart, at peace, embedded in truth
Pandora, rests, for hope is on the loose
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