# Join the Chorus

Author: Windsmane
Tags: Poetry, writing

This was something that was inspired by my fursona. Let me know what you all think. was just feeling meta as it were.

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I am the Tooth and&nbsp; the Wing. within my breast burn the fires of anger, revenge, hatred.&nbsp; I soar the skies and see all the ugliness that the world hides.   
  
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I am the Claw and the Tail. I see that which can not be seen, I act with swiftness and cunning.&nbsp; My actions strike like lightning my senses alert me to all the dangers the world contains.   
  
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I am the hoof and the horn.&nbsp; I am the rock from which the others derive their strength their fortitude. I am the unyielding force that plows through any obstacle. &nbsp;  
  
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I am she who unites the other three.&nbsp; I offer temperance, wisdom.&nbsp; From me pour the waters of the ancients past.&nbsp; Knowledge and understanding are my weapons.&nbsp; Through this world I swim against those currents that would attempt to deter me from my goals. &nbsp;  
  
  
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I am the voice that speaks for the four,&nbsp; from them I learn of the world as they see it.&nbsp; From me, they learn of&nbsp; the possibilities both good and bad that mankind represents.&nbsp; I am the hunter of the herd that is humanity.&nbsp; I am the sheep that follows the herd.&nbsp; With Wisdom I forge the flames of anger to an instrument of precision.&nbsp; With cunning I decide when anger must be used, and from within myself these forces make who I am, who I will be.&nbsp; They are both my gift and my curse of which I draw strength and feel anguish.&nbsp; I stand alone surrounded by friends by family and in that isolation, through a window in my mind, I cross the stars, the galaxies, and see there at the edges of my mind, my friends and family welcoming me home, back to the world I live in and I see with eyes open that I am not alone.&nbsp; I bask in the warmth that is their love and companionship.&nbsp; Within me, the forces that be are content and another lesson is learned in a world where its people follow the voices of&nbsp; those who care not for the whole of this world but for only themselves, for only a moment of happiness to fill their empty lives.&nbsp; It is those single voices I hunt..&nbsp; Not to kill them..&nbsp; Not to silence them,&nbsp; but to welcome them into my arms and see with eyes open for the first time that the world is not so cold.&nbsp; That beyond the moment of happiness they seek lies moments beyond calculation where happiness is bountiful and the moments of sadness only lend strength to the soul.&nbsp; Who am I?? Am I a god?? A being of benevolence, of wisdom?? No... I am but one being.. one soul no different than anyone else, no more special or blessed.&nbsp; I can not offer salivation to the world.. I can not solve it's problems.. I am but one voice..&nbsp; Though as I reach out to my friends and they to theirs we become a chorus of voices a novel of solutions and one day perhaps, just maybe, things will be better..&nbsp; If not for us then perhaps for the voices, the souls that follow us in a time beyond our comprehension.&nbsp; Peace is my hope.&nbsp; My hands are stretched out to you stranger.&nbsp; Take them and feel my embrace.&nbsp; Share with me your voice and add to the chorus.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/7ejdyq4n