The grey skies and little lights

       She stands under the grey skies, her feet stand hard as the power of the ground beneath her gets into her soul. she raises her arms as She feels herself getting more deep in the waging war, She has no power over its trauma. Wearing a flower crown entangled with golden specks She earned from the castle she enchanted to be hers. As the wind gets stronger and the clouds collide together, the aura of the place surrounding her gets furious by the minute. She sometimes feel that she never belonged in a world of little storms and heartless people. 

    She acknowledged the fact that her mind relies more on the connection that her feelings have with the roots of nature she implemented herself in. That the stars she spends nights staring at are one of the most magnificent creations her eyes can witness. The firmness her spirit holds is questionable to all those around her , even herself and the grace her heart has illuminates the pathway towards an ending of happiness she longed for. 

    

     Under the tall trees that cover up the sight of her rebirth and the sight of the wars that were carried out , she holds a candle that is shown as a star in a murky area hid from the eyes of individuals. This little light symbolizes so much of what her heart and mind can say combined, it represents the traumas, the pain, the hard days and the efforts she has put to remain standing and breathing. 

   As what a tired soul may say or do that would prevent darkness from taking over its light, its purpose, when the right time comes all that needs to be said and done will be the ignition of thousands fire that its aftermath is a great wonder. Even if her lungs are eager to breath , as she felt the suffocating feeling that often happen to her, she hums along the soothing sound that is created within her. 

     The melody of humming of the birds and the crashing of the waves, the laughter of her loved ones even herself , especially the newly created version of herself. That it’s strength taunted her and empowered her, that she knows she can lead with kingdoms she created from scratch . That she can create mountains and meadows of flowers from the dust of the remaining fragments, those broken and those whole. She is fighting demons that have the willpower to anguish her creations and memories that are loud monsters arguing with powerful hurricanes. 

   Her other darker side seemed to be a partner while being an enemy at other times, all she knows that she urges for the chills she cause , the shaking that takes part of her at times. She lives for those moments