Maker

Maker

scarred heart fucked history 
from a beat dog 
to an iron lion
road paved with trouble   
pain spilled on both sides
you lost ten thousand rounds
tragic never folding
colosseum couldn’t keep you
hold on tight
as long as you can
find your sun
feel the heat 
if you could zoom out
you’d see that 
there’s only one path
a galactic ladder
mountains and mineshafts 
demons dig holes
you carry a leather pouch
full of salt 
and a silver sword
your core’s a volcano
all the dirt you dealt in 
won’t define you 
you’ll forge a fresh tomorrow
alive and grateful

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