What I want and what I need
Are not necessarily the same
I want the peace of a quiet mind
And a becalmed soul
But where then life? Where then
Adventure and romance?
Therefore, do not wrap me in comforting arms
Or speak to me with soothing words
But drive me with whips
Flog me with the scourge
And chase me from all my safe places
With a goad, sharp and terrifying
I will not spend my life hiding
In the safety of warmth and friendship
The good things in life are fears
Terrors, hauntings, and hurts
Good things are guarded by dragons
Terrible and fierce
If we want them we must fight for them
If we want them we must hurt
1 comments:
Oooh, poetry! Nice.
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