Roleplay

To emulate the Sun. To wish to be that bright, burning, ball of orange & yellow. To want to radiate like that light which perpetuates energy. To be credited for sustaining the lives of whom you are involved in. To be like the sun; to endure solar flares of temper tantrums, scatter escaped embers that scar the vulnerable hearts with a tiny singe. To rise in fire is sure to fall in ash.

To flow as the river. To be a vessel of passage & deliverance to weary, traveling, lost souls. To want to wash over like the cleansing agent which purges confusion from a heart. To be credited for re-birthing the lives of whom you have come into contact with. To act as a serene guide, secretly steering with the current of your undertow. To be like the river; to drown the disobedient with the rage of wild rapids. To swell with the fury; saturate the land to soften it & influence its shape to your liking. To sink in defeat or swim in victory.

To conquer dragons. To slay with sword, defend with shield; a heart guarded by chainmail. To charge a fee of protection: obedience. To wear a shiny armor enticing others to follow your lead. But the armor negates life- the ability to feel. Don't be surprised when a mutiny arises.

All these roles played out on a stage only a gullible audience would attend. Be the light of your own life. Choose your own paths. Hide not behind the armor of sword & shield, pen & paper- for broken hearts grow back bigger.

c.marie