She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were lucky she might whisper them to you alone in the safety of darkness, but in the light of day she would never show weakness. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Human Emotion. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.
As I stood Alongside a lake I contemplated At the holy fish Fearlessly they swimed Fearlessly they jumped It was a holy lake Fishing wasn't allowed Fearlessly they dived Fearlessly they survived For there was a curse Anyone fishing a fish As a ***** they would finish As I contemplated A beauty appeared Hi, you're a star In the galaxy? I enquired No, she said In my eyes The lion roared In the nearby safari The lion roared In my heart I was so powerful I was so smart I said, OK, try! Neither she was holy fish Nor I was holy fish We fished and fished!
Every day, you make a choice To stay silent or raise your voice. And that's your choice, and I respect it. I just want you to know That if today, you decide you want To be a lion and let people hear you roar, I'll roar with you until you don't feel alone or broken anymore.
the walk through the dark forest, with these trembling legs full of fear. the fear of hissing coming from a height, And the rumors of a living giant bear. the crying trees suffering from blight. hands start shaking, whenever I try to write. the experience was honest and real, that roar if lion I still can hear.