The story of *I*

I was a miracle , submerged in the thaws of reality
I was a volcano ready to erupt .
I was the everlasting avalanche of ability
I was the mystic silence of escaped voices
I was the flaming lamp of golden liberty
I was the waves breaking my way into the sands
I was the epitome of fantasied delights and desires
I was the hot tears on cold bruised hearts
I was the morning sun , bathing in the fleecing clouds
I was the vibrant galaxy in the dark hollow night
I was meant to be , all this and more ......


I was the sound of unheard mysteries , they were scared
They were afraid of the light inside me so they kept me locked
I was kept in the woods of mistreatment and misjudgement
I learnt to grow wild , find solace in the fragrance of blood
I was surrounded by the iron rods of the prison of wicked schemes
They tied my hands and feet with nylon ropes unwilling to break
I could see them advancing toward the iron rods with weapons
I could see then carrying knives and swords ready to extinguish my existence
I lay there , and dreamt of the emerald I could have been
They stabbed me right where life beats its own music
I lay numb , as the first drop of scarlet water trickles down .