Dear Sir … 

Dear Sir,
I will not wither and conform to fit inside the walls of the “safe haven” you built from cheap mirrors and glass.
I will not diminish into embers to become a more manageable warmth for your lonely nights.
I will not be undone and refashioned so as to sit politely by your side and be judged.

I will defy.

I will unfurl burning wings.

And I will blaze….
Until I find the one who does not fear the wild things.

The one that has always longed for these flames.



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