Don't get your hopes high.
Don't fall for the same lie.
Remember the past
How long did it last?
Fair and square
You're a horse with no mare.
So, run and run like you've never run before.
You are on your own you need no one to adore.
Fall and rise.
You've paid the price.
Burn the midnight oil.
With your sweat, irrigate the soil.
Open up the cage.
Let roar your rage.
Don't sit in a corner like a coward.
Let your determination be your sword.
Enough of sobbing, wipe off your tears.
Get your bow ready and so does your spears.
Rise before the sun.
Believe that you're the one.
It's time to pick yourself up.
(Look in the mirror and say that to your face) -
"I'll never give up"

"You're nothing but cannon fodder,"
He sneers,
"You weren't made to love, sweetie.
You were made to ****.
To hurt.
To die.
And there is absolutely nothing that can change that."

Take off your slippers
         Girl
             and
                 Dance
With your feet,
Your greatest weapon.

“ Master Blacksmith, I would like to commission a weapon most formidable. The mere mention of its legendary name shall strike fear in my foes. “

{ In Hephaestus’ name, I craft you this }

So I will hone your heart,
Set fire to your lungs,
And conquer all your unanswered prayers
Into a battle roar.

I will boil these tears.  
A stinging, blinding pool at the bay of your eyes,
Use them for crystal clarity,
To sharpen the mind like a whetstone.

I will forge a sword from your fury,
And the hate of your enemies.
Temper it with thunder,
Cut a path out of illusions.

But not before this:
I crush your spirit a thousand times,
Force you to your knees.  
I will show no mercy on your soul —
Not even if you beg for it —
Bleed it, wring the daylight out of it.
To your despair, growth is the cruelest devil,
And I its most loyal advocate.

But in time you will learn Strength,
And to heal;  
Through the growing pains and screams
Mend all broken bones,
Stitch up all the open wounds.
Dripping, drilling, stilling.
You will, you will, at your will,
Lace together the miracle, the magum opus: Your undefeated self.

No comfort or ease lies in death.  
But all phoenix bathe in flame and ash.
Selves and egos, they died for you to live
— So live!
Dance on its grave with manic abandon.
Honor it with your new life.
Transcend it, over and over again.

Note

Attaching honours
and dispatching lives;
So grins the new day
and greets the Great Flaw

Note

The Fusing :
Polarise
and apply
weapon to wound
(as the weatherman dictates)

Note

Taughtless and young
Fight your way from family
and take oath
with no protest:
A moral clumsiness

Note

We'll sort out that 'population problem'
and lunge out our burrowed lives
in saturation
of our unmended sorrows

Her most deadliest weapon,
Is carried in her silence.

i used you
as a weapon
to beat myself
senseless
until all that was left was
meat
i made you my weapon
and i am sorry