Role

Chapter 5

*Scribbled ferociously on a piece of bloodstained paper, is her free thoughts*



You will find me nestled between the spaces of a stanza. Reciting
incantations colored within the recesses of my own mind. A verse, a plea, a
manifestation of something that will live beyond me. Poetry was my first form
of salvation long before I picked up a spellbook and uttered my first spell.
I find myself moving to the cadence of my favorite poems and songs, drawing
from them the will to remain holy and strong. As a poem my form can also
change depending on my emotions: from friend, to soldier, to lover. I am all
these things and yet sometimes I feel like nothing at all-