I'll Rise Up

i hope i’ll always believe in love. even if love shames me and tries to destroy me, i hope i’ll want to start again.

girl, with an accent of blood who speaks in foreign tongues whose vowels are the sound of metal clashing. warrior, with fire in her veins and armor beneath her skin who crushes the earth beneath her feet. immortal, hair streaked with daggers and iron filling her lungs each breath invitingly toxic. princess, with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel features born from thunder and battle. heroine, a grin made for war and eyes flecked with ash striding, powerful, into the arms of death.

I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.

I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

She is the moon because when darkness appears, she begins to rise. When darkness appears, she continues to shine. She is the moon, alone but strong throughout the night.

“Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something.”

With, or despite our scars, we stay alive.