she sits in the shadows cig in her hand. she sits in the shadows nothing against her skin. she sits in the shadows wondering what words to say. she sits in the shadows wanting to take the pain away. she sits in the shadows the light now fading from her back. she sits in the shadows and waits …
She is a warrior she wears her scars and victories proudly from head to toe. She maybe female and appear fragile at times, but don’t let that deceive you.
She will fight until the end of time. Her cause might confuse you, but it is etched forever in her heart.
She is a warrior, survivor of her cause and that is why she fights for all the little girls who can’t fight back right now.
Most think of the physical by whatever object is used to make sure someone doesn’t leave for a time or forever They make you feel weak, powerless, its cold, dark and dirty, no windows, no sounds
You have restraints and physically nothing is holding you to one place, you can move about, but the fear they have ingrained in leaves you paralyzed afraid of the consequences
People also restrict what they think you are capable of achieving, having, being they control you and you might even believe them at times, because of self-doubt
The last 2 sometimes are the worse
At least with the physical you know who is keeping you there the others you don’t know who your enemy might be at any given moment and their weapon is more painful then the bruises and whelps.
Is it good or evil Right or wrong Yes or no Black, white or polka dotted Do I fight or submit Says its wrong when I know I’m right Tell them NO, but Yes comes out of my mouth first Know it’s what’s inside, not the pkg its wrapped in that counts Do I use whatever weapon I can find to get what I need to be heard My Battle is internal Will I win or will I lose EVERYTHING IN THE FIGHT!
I am darkness from head to toe. Even the sky turns grey around me. I hide my face so no one will see the scars that were left behind on me. They say the innocent should not be punished. But I knew what I was doing when I pulled the trigger. You will hurt her no more I told him as shock spread across his face. I am darkness from head to toe so, she will be the light to soar above filled with laughter and love, as only a child should know.
People say it’s the universal language and knows no boundaries.
It can make you happy, sad, reflect, get you thinking or just get you on your feet doing your thing, like no one is watching or listening-we are not all-American Idol material.
I see the beauty in your soul, others see what they want. You hide so you will not be hunted, I keep your secret locked safely in my heart, you have the only key.
You are not evil; you are just misunderstood because your from a different world that people refuse to accept exists.
While most are intrigued by my markings, they are more then just ink, they are the language of your world.
They explain what I am which is yours for eternity You are so misunderstood MY MATE!
I was created to aid those who said they wanted to help humanity, but they lied and wanted to dominate it with absolute power.
I was a machine programmed to do as I was told, no emotions to think about my actions. My maker learned they had been wrong and tried to fix it, some was too extensive, most died trying, but some did succeed.
I was out patrolling when a major power grid had been destroyed, I seemed to be the only one still functioning, everyone else lay in a pile of metal and wires.
I noticed as I walked amongst the debris of this building pictures littered the ground and then I found her, she looked like a broken rag doll.
I picked her up gently as any man would and sheltered her, my maker knew I would protector her with my life, because she was his daughter.
A lone rose among thorns it’s blossomed from a bud to now. But no one has been able to touch it, feel the petals against their skin or smell its sweet scent.
The pain has been too great when anyone has attempted to get too close to it. The more they try, what some might call blood red has taken on its hue. And it falls deeper in the thorns.
A lone rose remains among the thorns it will die, unless her one true lover comes back to this place.
You haunt the shadows of my mind. Memories of yester-years. Dreams once bright burn no more. Laughter now takes on an erie silence. Everything around me has grown dark. Warmth has turned to bitter cold. You haunt the shadows of my mind, soon I will be but a memory.