Forbidden the spark of life
Anger simmers—a silent ember.
Not a warning or safety, no escape,
A seething phoenix rise from the pyre.

Protectors tower, defiant and raw,
Forged where pain smelted my Self.
Fighting to live, condemned to survive,
Brave to repel inescapable storms.

And when the ire is subdued, confined,
To placate those we cannot defy,
A happy face veils life on a thread,
Fawning compliance, yielding, infested.

This leaves a mark, a code unseen,
Bartered by those who share in the sin.
A life of service, chained and confined,
The soul entombed, yearning for flight.

A silent beacon that calls to those
Cloaking their malice with painted smiles.
All an illusion, a devious pose,
The past reborn in a new disguise.

Awareness bares its bitter truth,
Outrage festers the conscious mind.
Yet subdued, powerless, trapped—
‘roboros’ disease mirrors my own.

Within the cage of my fractured soul,
The serpent feeds on this smouldering pain.
Rage spirals, unyielding, a silent storm,
Till I release Fury, my inner force.

Forgive us, Fury, for sealing your cage,
Fearing the storms that gift dignity instead.
You make us fighters where victims once quivered,
Converting despair to unyielding resilience.

Your fire now warms us, fostering peace,
Shielding us from the evil outside,
Untamed, yet cherished and no longer feared,
We can safely rest in your loyal embrace.