She rose and she fell
Over and over again
Like the cycle of the sun
Always tripping on her own two feet
Spinning out of control
Like a broken compass searching due north, she sought love in the wrong direction
She served her heart on platters of gold and ruby gems
Unaware of their true intentions to rape her soul for all she was worth
Each heartless and cruel act
Burning her to cinder ash
Smoldering embers of rage birthed her anew
Each time she bore new armor of hard lessons learned.
With her sword of truth, shield of strength, breastplate of courage,
She guarded her heart, ever watchful and fierce
Not yet knowing the reason for each new gift
She fought new love at every turn
Piercing and poisoning the hearts of good men
Chaos and destruction lay in her wake
She seethed and boiled in frustration; a witches cauldron brewing.
Distracted and blinded by anger
She tripped again and fell into the pire.
Once more she found herself in a pit of ash and ember.
Her soul naked and bare
She gazed upon herself
What was once soft and bright, now darkened and hard.
Longing for light once known, she swallowed the fire and began from within.
She gave herself the love she gifted away so selflessly.
Serving herself from the remnants of her armor she fed her soul.
Consuming her gifts she found the courage and strength to walk, sure footed, in her truth.
Originally written 9.30.18