Sometimes we wish for a certain thing so much that we swim against the tide.
We strive for the sun so much we lose sense of it’s burning light.
We search for a warmer spot so inclined we tackle the winds.
We are left broken in a battle not our own.
We curse the tides, the sun and the wind for what they have done but a mere detachment of what’s to come.
I see them falling and I’m falling too.
I see them crying and I’m crying too.
I see them but not them me.
They wait for a salvation, for a king and crown. They wait to be made Queens.
I wait not for a salvation.
I wipe my own tears. Batch my own pieces.
For i am not a princess nor a queen.
a warrior. Yes! A one like no other.