Rebel
Note: this free-verse poem discusses the similarity of struggle between of Silverbolt and me. As you read, ask yourself the question: are you a rebel? Or are you conforming to the world's standards of judgment and apathy?
I was livid when you were angry
I cried when you were rejected
I laughed because you were pleased
You see, we struggle in the same ways
You and I, born for great deeds
Corny at times, with hearts for the struggling
Slow to judge and quick to care
A glowing, flaming torch of passion
Why so noble when you could be so fierce?
I, too, with one touch of the trigger
Could destroy the joy of those around me
But I know what it's like on the other end.
Oh, how your spark beats with fervor!
How you lust for this adventure of life!
You fight the good fight with every breath
Honest yet silvery, talon-clawed yet feathery
And this is what I soon perceived—
You are different from the rest of them
When you looked upon the troops of the enemy
You saw a poor despairing spark
And with tender hands you touched the spark
You opened your heart and life to her
And shed brightness into her dreams
But the others found out, and you were rejected
Similarly the world turns its back on me,
And briefly I question my actions:
"Should I have followed the rules of hate?
If not, I will never be accepted."
Revelation from the heavens,
A face of caring amongst my fear
Reminds me it's okay to be different
If I'm fighting for the grace of love
Crash and crack and boom and burn,
You and I are free from jail
Free from all despair and self-pity
Free from the harshness of the world
And you continue to fight the good fight
With the love of your life at our side,
And I will do the same, I will
Dare beyond the dares, dare to love
I am not afraid.
I am a rebel.