Poetic Musings

The Beast

I told God that I didn’t want to be a martyr,
So became nurturing shield for sensitives:

A guide for souls discovering their purpose;
A friend helping them to voice their opinion.

But, no matter how I try to avoid any leash,
There’s always one reaching out intending

To incarcerate what remains independent –
Rather than valuing diverse resplendance.

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