Chill

A chapter is beginning,
the anxiety coming back,
the thoughts of worthlessness...
They come back.

But she stands,
wielding her strength,
overcoming emotional barriers,
becoming stronger.

Prince charming wasn't him,
he or anyone-
is gong to fix her,
She rides that pale horse.

Standing tall,
moving on is her best move.
No matter what fear is at her throat.
Shes standing.

She stand for herself,
she her greatest enemy,
but her greatest asset lies in her.

The way she makes friends with the outcast,
she jesters for the king for a moment.
She holds peace in one hand,
and chaos in the other.

The flame of passion inside her,
burns to help.
She knows her path isn't paved.

Her path is nature,
can be controlled at points in time.
But mother puts her foot down.

For what reason?
Maybe at times there is none.
None but to carry on.

Carry on till what?
She knows she will carry on till she knows.
Knows she can rest,
rest for a second-
or forever.