Dawn: a poem

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"Who's voice am I hearing?"

My own voice does not attack me,
My own voice fights for me.

I will not destroy myself,
I am driven by a fire in my chest.

I see the sun piercing the blackened sky,
I run toward the dawn,
I breathe fire in the night.

Let them feel the weight of your presence.

Dawn: a poem | Ecency