My Silver Streak

A silver streak dances alongside brunette hues,

My silver lining, the loss of color dares to speak of what I've been through.

Yes through, meaning walked, through the fires of hell.

But that's not the story passing faces want me to tell.

But we like the silver lining, a positive twist.

You made it though, right?

But my....those flames...how they hissed.

But your light, it glows, gently lighting the way!

But my...the failure to notice...Is the warmth not a result of the flames?

But your wisdom, your knowing, you extend compassion to us all!

But my...do you really believe it's from a lack of understanding the weight of the fall?

But you hold gently all of us, lifting us up, this too shall pass!

But my...how I held those embers...ripping my hands open like glass.

You sound mentally ill, this negativity is not what we want to hear!

But my...those demons are the ones who lent me their ear.

Oh we see now you're demonic, we knew with you, something had to be up!

But my...you're the one who tells who where they themselves can go fuck.

And so while we're at it, as you spit venom and vitriol in copious amounts,

Every ounce I will temper with the truths that I count.

And yes, my silver streak speaks of battles long fought,

But my...is survival truly the prize that I sought?

And yes, glance if you dare, turn away if you please,

But my...the scars won’t vanish just to put you at ease.

And yes, my lining of silver speaks of my flesh torn and then healed,

But my...this is my story, for your comfort I will no longer conceal.

And yes, against my will I was forced to survive,

But today I will stand, defiant, alive.

And yes, I was cast into hell, yet I chose to walk through,

But now this says more about me and less about you.

So keep your double standards, your truths half told,

Bury them deep where they can grow cold.

Don’t dress me in your martyrdom or try to re-frame,

I’ve burned for this life and I’ll wear it untamed.

If fate left me standing, I will make this life mine,

Not just to endure, but to rise and then shine.

My silver streak symbolizes a mark of the fight,

It whispers, “I live,” a beacon of light.

My life doesn’t need a silver lining to be called mine,

In the rawness of truth, I know that my spirit aligns.