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.

Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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