The Center: Poetry

I did not know 
the lesson of loving
without holding on
So now I find 
myself turning cold
from the inside out
trying to learn

There is a chill to my breath,
frost underneath my utterings
I am the Winter Dragon
And the fuel for my fire
has been my broken heart

At every atrocity 
and injustice that I see,
every abuse and theft
that has been given
I have taken every 
blow I could
and still it is not

Let my breath
grow cold then,
Let my eyes burn
silver then,
Let me die this
death then
because I can
do no more...

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