You want to be a queen because you think it will mean an easy life.

Full of feasting and drinking.

But you will soon learn that queens are not made of anything nice.

Not those that survive.

The ones you read about in your history books

are forged of fire and ash.

Yes it is good to be queen, but being queen is hard.

It requires terrible decisions.

Choices that hurt people and go against everything you thought you stood for.

Choices that change you, and sometimes not for the better.

The price to be a ruler is not a light one.

It costs your soul for the right to call yourself a queen.

when you are depressed small tasks become mountains to climb

and while it may seem that you aren’t making any progress

because you keep comparing yourself to those around you

remember you are fighting a monster they can’t even see

the fact that you are trying to climb mountains at all

is a victory in and of itself

keep climbing

i promise the view is worth it

I have a firm belief that telling stories is one of the few ways we as humans can perform magic.

We were crafted to tell stories. We have voices to sing and speak with, hands to write and create with, minds to dream and explore with.

Every story or song or painting is made with the sole purpose of finding a connection to people we don’t know and may never meet.

We put our all into making beautiful things and telling our stories so that strangers might see or hear them and maybe feel less alone because of them.

If that isn’t magic I don’t know what is.

It’s late as we drive home.

The roads are empty, but the inside of this car is uncomfortably crowded.

The silence has come alive and is strangling us both.

There is so much I need to say to you, but my voice has abandoned me.

Words are fickle companions because when I need them most they aren’t there.

You and words have a lot in common.

#poetry #prose

In the moment you aren’t thinking of the poetry or songs you will write about them.

In the moment there is nothing beautiful to be seen.

Only the end of something you don’t think you can breathe without.

In the moment there is only pain.

p.s.

the beauty will come and it will leave you just as breathless as the pain did.

#poetry #pain #waitforit #beauty #endings

I keep a tally

Etched firmly on the inside

Of my rib cage.

It’s a count

To remind myself

Of all the times

I’ve fought the monsters within me

And won.

#poetry