In Shadows – C.Y.S.I.M.E.

In shadows cast by tender hands, I trace

My nature’s dual adept—the soft, the fierce;

Gentle am I, for well I know the scar

A harsher touch can etch upon the stark.

Kindness flows, a river deep and wide,

For in its absence, cruelty, unbridled,

Would rise like storms that ravage through the night,

Leaving naught but echoes of the blight.

Fear not the kin that share my hearth and bread,

Their souls are bound in chains of common thread.

But dread the beast within, unchained, set free,

If ever I’m stripped of all that anchors me.

So hold these truths, as close as whispered fears,

For gentleness is born from knowing tears,

And kindness reigns to keep the dark at bay—

A fragile peace, just one fray away.