I will love you like a bird loves the wind

Like the sun loves the sea

Like a bee loves its queen

I will love you in the rolling rain

In the quiet spaces

In the loud embraces

I will love you when my heart is cold

When I cannot sleep

When I sing defeat

I will love you like a petals soft whisper

Like an aching croon

Like this afternoon.

Dedication to yourself is a thoughtful process:

Water deeply to reach the roots of you,

Buried thick and starving for care.

The boxes of the past are heavy kindle:

Bathe in the warmth of the fire you set,

Coals and ash light the path at your feet.

Level with the earth the possibilities stretch:

Perceive dazzling nebulas just out of focus,

You are so small but not unimportant.

Heaven swirls about you at its soft pace:

Breath deep and let the fog curl in,

Do not try to force the winds to warm.

Clarity rolls in when control is forgotten:

Walk along the silver waves of consistency,

Let the pebbles take the weight of your pain.

Rich is the smell of decay leading to growth:

Drag your fingers through the edge of remorse,

Then go home as someone wholly new.

Days like cream soda fizzing on your tounge,

Pale pink wind napping on your skin,

The air warm like childhood summer nights,

And my heart is light as a kite.

The wading pool of my soul is calm waters,

Contentment permeates as coffee percolates,

Happiness fogs warm about my feet,

And my heart is a bittersweet peach.

My love is a broken battered thing,

Once gleaming gold

So safe to hold

It was worn down like a child's plaything.

I was so tired of being used,

Questioned and hurt

Trampled in dirt

In living a lie that I excused.

With eyes wide open I cut and ran,

Gathering pride

Undignified

Working to fill the pitcher cyan.

Holding tight my broken heart shards,

All on my own

Deep breath at home

Relaxing into my own safeguards.

I temper my steel and draw it through,

Perspective shift

No more adrift

Treasure to myself long overdue.

The one to laugh is the one to hold,

Daybreak in rain

Warm daisy chain

Dive deep into me and then behold:

There's a sword in my heart; draw it out,

And arm yourself,

The well has runneth dry,

There's a dullness to your eyes,

But still you fight and try.

Your hands like shaking leaves,

They reach out to comfort me,

As they caress my cheeks.

The tide comes in so low,

Algae at night lit aglow,

Leans me through the plateau.

Kindred spirits of sort,

Standing side by side in court,

Hold my hand for support.

I was plucked and Taken, Far from my home

Used by those who would sleep, Through their sorrows.

I would wilt and then wane, Dream of my Death

Planted without a drought, I adapted.

Rain came to pelt my leaves, Crying for me.

I was left for the Dead, As winter fell

Of my roots I had froze, Bruised upon my leaves

In the silence I knew, Peace in ending.

When the spring came I breathed, Life into wings.

I can now strive to grow, Towards the sun

Will fill my cup of gold, In my own time.

I will be the chalice, To nourish you

When my velvet petals, Do unfurl

My lips are heavy with, The promised gift

To bloom.

A She-Ra and the Princesses of Power 3k fanfiction

Synopsis: “ Catra attends a choir competition at the request of her friend Scorpia. Adora tries to plead her case. A real case is presented.“

It's a strange thing, stepping into the skin of a label

Sometimes they slough off easily. Sometimes they stay to fester

Sometimes you find a label you weren't expecting

It's easy to put yourself in a labeled box but when the box fits you

Its comforting.

Warm.

Empowering.

Labels won't encompass all of me- I am too vast to comprehend or quantify

But

The walls that define are a comfort

The concepts I struggled with are loose

I have an explanation that won't feel wrong on my tongue.

In my hips.

On my mind.

I can only rejoice when I find it, share with other this constantly changing definition

Of me.

The focus sharp like a new knife's edge

Shoes are war drums as they pound the pavement

The crack of thunder at the fall of feet

Hips and joints ache delicious like sweets.

The cut of wind slice across the cheeks

Burning in the lungs all numb the mind

Run from the pain, the hurt, the unjust

As they gasp right behind in the dust.

Sweat like a crown glistens proud on the brow

Queen on a conquest for the divine

The sword is the body and mind unified

Lancing victory though every stride.