I Am... (8/19/10) - Poem by Maureen Baker
I am the writer of dark things.
I am the creator of my own worlds.
I am the demented daydreamer.
I am the shadowy warrior and the obsured thief.
I am the bitter saviour and the resentful shield against trials and terrors.
I am the healer of wounds longing to inflict them upon those who dare ham my loved ones.
I am longing for freedom, but fearful of the unknown it brings.
I am the darkness hiddn in all hearts, hiding a darkness of my own.
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