Shape Shifter
I wear the night across my skin
a cloak of silence drawn within
where shadows crawl and secrets keep
I move through waking and through sleep
No mirror shows the face I own
each borrowed mask is flesh and bone
a stolen voice a stolen breath
I linger close to life and death
The hunters pass they never see
the shape that bends away from me
I twist I fold I melt I turn
I leave them cold I leave them burned
No chains can bind no lock can stay
I slip through walls I drift away
yet always near their fragile spark
they call my name shape shifter
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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