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-Daily Poetry #2, January 30, 2017- Word: Beast This part of me that cannot live by the rules, hidden by lies I've told myself, Like a wolf howling to the moon, I will cry out my frustration. All the things that were hidden by the pressuring life I live, The beast inside of my soul refuses to live under dictation. Running wild with the night and raising my head high, Joints cracking as I let off the steam of another day's stress. Like a fire in my soul and a spark in my eye, I cry out, Just like the magnificent beast that lives in my chest. When I must wake to another day's endless chore, And closing my eyes, wondering if I'll be able to walk anymore, I realize that the night will always be there to welcome me home, And the beast knows that I will always come. Having seen this hybrid part of me, let it out and take no orders, Accepting that I cannot truly be normal when I have this piece of me. Can you handle this hybrid, this wild beast? No worries, I'll let you find your side and be free.