One.
The demon is not in me.
The demon is in his presidential palace.
Yet my fingers shall be the bars of his gilded cage.
Two.
It will comfort me.
My body will become my home.
A real safe haven for this stateless soul.
Three.
It will not hurt.
I know what it is like to feel pain.
Not just a stubbed toe or a headache. Agony.
Four.
The Sun represents me.
Warm and bright. Fiery. Merciless.
Yellow like my Carmex, orange like my pill box.
Five.
It brings me to balance.
Between vulnerability and holding my head high.
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