Mask (part 3)

Courageous Lion.
Untamed.
Free.
Bearer of Light and Power,
Because he remembers who he is.

He walks into the fire,
Kisses Dragon’s beautiful black nose,
And sends him to sleep.

Lion gathers the jewels
And lays them at my feet.
In the Light, they transform—
Hard edges crack
And melt.
Wings sprout.

A cloud of butterflies ripple at my feet.
They hover,
Then dance
Into the wind,
To the sun.

Lion roars.
And I feel it—
The skin of fear and doubt and pain
Is falling from
My body.

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