SPEAK OR BURN

You can either speak up.
And let the world burn,
Or bottle it all up,
And feel yourself burn.


That's my comfort zone now,
After years of practice,
One with fire, a dragon,
One breath and nobody survives.


Holding my breath to save the world,
There's too much at stake,
The fire doesn't burn the dragon,
Or am I just numb? Hmm


They'll curse me if I speak,
A second God of some kind,
I'm not entirely sure how,
But I feel guilty and afraid.


That's why I pen this in orange,
To find release, lest I'm ashes,
Pouring my fire into beautiful words,
Caterpillar to butterfly, no ashes.