slate kettle
You,
A Seeker of serenity,
in solace of solitude,
Confused into feeling like a flea?
Really?
A speck?
An itch?
An afterthought?
A thing that clings to fur
rather than wears it?
How could your consciousness
conjure such concepts?!
Is it your cruely masochistic,
Sadistically sick sense of humor,
Or are you serious?..
The lion within,
Roaring behind your ribs,
Reduced to this..?
Hmph.
You need more than
claws and confidence
to command the crown of pride.
More than a glorious mane.
More than eyes weaponized.
Peace and ease
coexist in the struggle
where bravery never really dies.
Maybe the lion you wanna be
isn't roaring yet
Because it's still
stretching awake inside your skin!
Heh.
I see it snoozing within:
The undeniable sovereignty of being
known without permission,
Courageously taking up space—
Occupying life like
thunderbolts
of crimson and gold.
A belligerently bold
Poised and in control
Apex predator demanding respect.
Sheer pressure of presence
Radiating, majestic.
north raptor
prime knot
silent gorge
modern lodge
foggy vault