The Lion and The Lamb 

She’s always been a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

The world embraced all 

of her

perceived innocence,

balanced comments,

and adaptable connections. 
She never seemed wrong,

there just seemed to be more.
Her actions never truly benefited her.

They were actions intended in to help others. 

The seam got caught,

her costume threatened to never come off. 

A lighter,

burn the stray thread. 

Like wild,

the flames spread. 

No longer a sheep,

larger than a wolf. 
A lion, mane, 

and a roar. 
She didn’t change, she found her voice.

  

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