In the silence of my soul’s deep ache,
I stand at the edge, no choice to make.
A body foreign, a yearning so pure,
To be something greater, to feel secure.
The fire inside me, it rages and burns,
A longing so fierce, my spirit churns.
But this fragile form, a cage to confine,
My wings, my claws, my tail, left behind.
I ache in the shadows, this pain like a knife,
The pulse of a dragon, the hunger of a different life.
But no escape comes, no wings to spread,
Just hollow ache, and endless dread.
I claw at the bars, I pace in despair,
Yearning to leave, but nothing is there.
I scream in my mind, I roar in my heart,
But here I remain, forever apart.
This body, this cage—too small to contain,
The beast within me, the soul’s deep pain.
I ache to break free, to finally soar,
But for now, all I can do is roar.
Time will pass, as time always does,
And one day, I’ll find the dragon I was.
Until then, I endure this endless night,
Yearning to take flight, to feel the light.
But for now, I remain trapped in this skin,
Fighting the ache that comes from within.
Until the stars call me home once more,
I wait and burn, and silently roar.