Her walk some consider a flaunt
Posture like that of a ballerina
A look of confidence masks her truth
Up close you will see the tremble of her hands
If you dare look her in the eye,
intensity becomes visual
Unpenetrable wall hides her pain
Her soul broken in innocence
Shame,
Her life sentence
From the inside, she cries
Suited up in armor to face each day
Baring weight
Is a life of struggle her fate?
An internal debate
Wrapped in a nice package
disguising her lethal contents
A fuse only she can extinguish
Carving a path for herself
Shredding what is in the way
Like a hurricane
Labeled insane
They have no insight into the insurmountable pain
She hears the chatter and soon realizes, it doesn’t matter
For it is her who controls her destiny
Accepting nothing less than wholeness
She brave the stillness
Silence sheds light on a continuous fight
This is wonderful! So powerful! <3
Thank you for reading ❤
Song of a warrior, wounded, battered, and undefeated.
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
At The Bipolar Writer, Revenge of Eve brings a song of a warrior.
Thank you for such complimentary words.
You’re most welcome.
Wow this is beautiful!
Thank you 🙂