I am like a man,
flawed and broken,
left on the hot sand
to fry and crisp like a token.
The shell created by social brutality
falls away to reveal the shining
soul climbing through harsh reality,
searching for a world of self-designing.
As I break through the shield,
I surface to see a shining world
hidden behind shadows veiled,
struggling to find a bard to tell its
I stand above the shell as I spread my wings,
beautiful feathers float in the breeze,
made of fleeting memories and pretty things.
I soar above the trees of painful tease,
spreading the message of goodwill
and kindness to all I come upon.
As they once said, one must kill,
not with violence, but with good intention.
I approach the stratosphere as I reach the peak,
finally realizing my wish to express and speak.