Primal. A poem.

I rise to the occasion

Dragged forth from
Primordial ooze
Fashioned from mud
And precocious instinct

Who are you to say
Who I am or who I should be 
Just because I’m not
The way you envisioned me

I am primal 
Forged in fire and fission
And I will 
Rise to the occasion

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I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry, music, movies, comics, books and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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