Awakening.

They call me beast, a hungry animal.
Can you hear me breathe?
Blood running down my chin.
There is no change without a revolution.
No transformation without a price.
No new life without death.
You cannot lie to me; I smell your fear.
I know your intention.
The cage is not my home, it’s yours.
I am free.
You cannot reach my roots, they are too deep for you to cut. I am a weed.
No matter how many times you rip me out and throw me away, I grow back again and again. I belong here.

My fire will burn down streets and wipe out cities. A breathing volcano, I make way for new life to bloom. Your drops of ice will not extinguish my heat.
Your god was a lie, an ugly projection, a prison.
The answer to my oldest question has always been me. I am God.
You cannot empty me. I am full of myself.
My fruits are ripe and ready. They have grown from courage.

Name someone more brave than the one who gives up belonging in order to be a real person.
Name someone more brave than the one who burns down their safe world for the sake of the unsafe truth.

Everything you could be, everything you want, and everything you question are staring back at you. You are scared of me because I am your mirror.