Turn the pages, rip the book. I’m tired of the mirror, tired of how I look. Changes changes, ever to be made. Staring at the scale, will the numbers fade? My body is tired, and my body is sore. I’m quaking and shaking, so deep in my core. Hold me now as I drift so quick. Hoping to find peace, will it ever stick?
I find myself in a dreamland gathering wisps and clovers. Spilling secrets to the wind, and she carries them away. I laugh and I cry hoping to start anew, but here I am screaming out to you. Wrap me in silk that the sweet worms thread, make me a pillow with the little moss bed. Snuggle up to me and keep me warm, shelter me away from the agonizing storm. Love me softly, don’t make a sound. New buds are forming upon my crown. Oh, dreamland, I’m so fond of you.
Heart breaks into pieces. Cracks delicately mend together with gold. No raw edge left to touch. You carry the blood of your ancestors of old. You’re a mighty, fierce being. No longer should your hands feel so deathly cold. Yell at the top of your lungs. You are a QUEEN, watch in awe as you unfold.