Take heed in knowing you are free, my child!
Run fast and far, and see the world!
For, now, we triumph. For, now, we bask in liberty.
Let the wind take you, and spirit yourself home!
Oh, my child, with wings of angels and eyes of fire.
Your passion is lurid and spreading!
Speak love with your eyes and swim through the heavens!
My chains are not yours, oh Sparrow, oh Dove!
And freedom becomes you, sweet son of mine.
Now, go, and live like I never could.
Be a fire in dark places where hope is not known.
Darling, oh darling. My life for yours.
Sometimes people look at themselves with such hatred that they burst into flame. When they've burned to ashes their spirit breathes life into the embers from which they arise as a new creation, free of the chains that they'd bound themselves by, free of the lies they'd wrapped their aching hearts in. When nothing's obscuring them they shine a light so others can look at themselves & the masquerade they call life. And if they have any vision left, they burn. I burned.
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