There is this song of who I am
Velvet rolling over melody expressing
All that is free

I was once imprisoned barely able to peek through
Polished silver armor
Festooned gauntlets
My eyes barely visible behind impenetrable shield
Minimal touches of flesh glimpsed by few
Even bare, it didn’t mean I could be seen

Chainmail adorned neck
Every manner of weapon shifting from palm to holster
Narrowed eyes, target found by feather tipped

I wanted to be a kiss
From that wish lips parted song
Entire being gleaming
Armor rusted
Satin took place
Shield drop
I can see

Chains slip into soft adorn
Weapons melted
Reborn into tools of service
Tools to magnify soul shine

My words create as my body saves me
From illusion prison of my battle ridden mind
I thank the trials, before and after
Then gift it birth in-possibile
My mind redecorate
My body heard
My soul sings its origin
My being collaborates with is
I am my voice
I am release.

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