Splendour

The crown sits heavy on her head.
Cruel, in its splendour.
Dangerous, in its beauty.
She rises to
defeat each adversary.

Not the life she chose,
But it’s hers nonetheless.
Nothing given to her.
Nothing taken.
She fought for this.

Breathe, she says to herself.
Live, she manifests.
Inspire change, she whispers.

The crown sits heavy on her head.
Savage, in its splendour.
Brutal, in its beauty.
But it’s hers,
and hers alone.