a Poem by Raquel Swann

Born in the shadows,

timid and unsure,

Of the true person inside

wishing more, wanting more

desire turned to tears,

malice out of fear.

A spell cast upon me,

one of my own making.

I wished for power absolute,

a destination without the journey

knowledge without the lesson,

the plateau of a mountain,

without the climb.

Invigorating, exhilarating,

when I stopped

to look upon a mirror

all which remained

was the monster

I’d become.


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