If anyone ever asks me my story
I’ll tell them a tale about a warrior
The one who fell so many times
But who managed to rise
Who’d cried in the night
But moved on at sunrise
Who’d been beaten up
But was never defeated
Who would fight for life
And no matter the scars she would win it.

Don’t judge a fractious soul,
It’s made of flame and sparks
And even at the North Pole
It’ll light a million torches in the dark.

We’ll not be harnessed and, moreover, tamed
With someone else’s reins.
That someone ought to hang their head in shame
And have our legs unchained.

No one is to decide
What’s right for me or wrong.
I am a fractious soul and care not a snap
For your opinion after all.

Under the sky in May
Dear wind, ******* away like ashes
I want to be somewhere
Where my moon shines

Me being me and you being you
Let’s not judge each other for our worldview.

Today it would’ve been your birthday.
I would’ve made a handmade card for you as always
signed with a “love you” phrase and painted bouquets
together with some real tulips.
It would’ve been a perfect day.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
God had another plan.

You taught me to be brave
and faced with trouble never to complain.
Even while fighting so much pain
you were a rainbow after rain.
You taught me on a stormy day to be a wave.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
And out of habit I have made your card.