This is for you—
you who cannot escape,
who wishes that dragons existed
if only to heat your existence
and give you reason
to live and to breathe.

This is for me—
I who cannot manifest a sentence
without writing it down
before I decide it truly expresses
what I feel inside,
and maybe you will feel it, too.

This is for them—
for voices who are hidden
because heavy forces are dragging it
down where it cannot be heard
and it cannot make a difference
or change the world.

This is for us—
we who imagine the impossible
and hope when hope is scarcely found,
where danger lurks and brings out
the bravery in all of us.
I write to bring inspiration.

But mostly, this is for me—
a human with a desire
for someone to listen
to the songs of her soul
and the cries of her heart;
someone who will not judge her
and to indulge in all that she is.