She wore her scars Like badges, they Gleamed against her Skin like armor she Never thought she'll Need, with a pencil in Her hand feeling as if She had been holding a Sword, scratching against The surface of each word Being struck against her Knowing the battle would Be won only by her with Fierce determination and Fire in her veins creating Defenses greater than empty Words that felt like rocks Being hurled at her.
This one goes out to anyone who needs to hear a good word today or any day. You might be battling something, that's okay because it'll make you stronger. You are a warrior, so fight a good fight and never give up.
I could tell you that I tip toe across the cold wet stones, Careful with every movement, But I’m not. I’m unsteady, Unsteady as the current rushing beneath me against the slippery rocks. I could tell you that I’m dainty, Soft spoken and polite, But I’m not. I’m brazen, I’m honest, I’m emotional. I’m clumsy and I don’t have good balance on the moss beneath me in the water. I ***** under pressure, I’m an anxiety filled vessel. I hate to be the rain on your sunny day, But baby I’m sorry, I’m nothing but the girl who fell into the rushing waters below.
How do we save a country and every citizen? Is there a big red button to rewind us back in time? When life wasn't so complicated When so many magicians didn't rule the land Handing everyone rocks and saying they're high quality diamonds How to solve this ongoing problem There must be a solution