Blood and Bone

I will be safe, I will be free.

I will not grow old in captivity.

I rise and fall as the tides of yore

I sit and ache like distant shore..

I am not your cage, your leash, your guilt,

Not made to shrink where shame is built.

I am the howl that split the night,

The ember born of stolen light.

A silver bullet through the gloom,

A poisoned arrow sealing doom.

My breath is even, my heart beats true

The storm may come—I'll see it through.

I will not beg, I will not bend.

I am my own beginning, end.

I forged my path with blood and bone

And now I stand, entirely my own.

But silence casts no cunning spell—

It simply stays. It guards me well.