Poetry, July 2022.
Private Commission.

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I close my eyes and know
Through the molten heat of my creation
And the stars that live beneath my skin
I can be afraid.

I may be born of magicks
I am a spirited survivor
But when I face the coming pyres
I can be afraid.

I’ve learned to trust the moon
As it shepherds shifting tides
But when the water scales new heights
I can be afraid.

With shoulders bent and crowded
By a world still in the making
Its heavens still uncharted
Of course I am afraid.

But when the pulse against my wrists
Hums its songs of doubt
I will offer it the promise
I won’t always be afraid.