she’ll kiss her own forehead
with a smile,
Purging her soul from
the deep scars of yesterday.
Armed with self love, and brute conviction towards her craft, She was no match for any army. Not even those that shot her down yesterday. Those who numbed her spirit in cold dark prisons.
“A roman legion can’t stop me. The poisonous tongue can’t derail me from my ascension, even if you bite deeply into my skin.” I have seen wild flowers grow ferociously through slippery walls into Kings palaces, but you’re a different breed of a wild flower; coiling yourself around untested territories, & edge of mountains.