she is not the same as she was
Never will be again
She is not as sweet and never
Never will be again
She is stronger than she thought she could be
She needed to be
She is harder than she ever thought she would be
She needed to be
She became gaurded
She had to be
She grew as a protector
She had to be
She isn’t going back
Never will again
She won’t ever be like who she was
Never will be again
She is brave
She is strong
She is free
She is new
She was broken
He needed her to be
She rebuilt herself
She needed her to be
Out of the ashes
Rising brilliantly in flames
Greater than her dreams
She is stronger than she knows
About the Creator
Leslie Amanda
I will always grow and adapt. I didn’t know this would be the person I became, but I am so glad this is the woman I am. Single mom, blessed with 3 boys one of whom is ASD, they make me stronger and better. I do it all so they can dream.
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There’ll be no Slaying Here
The time has come. We can no longer stand silently by. We must hold those guilty responsible. There are far too few dragons left and their numbers are dwindling daily. I must first lay blame at the feet of the minstrels, who sang of the great deeds of the Knights who did murder these innocent creatures in order to rescue yon fair maiden, who if truth be told was in no danger it all. Dragons do not harm maidens or princesses that’s simply rude, and the noble creatures simply are not so ill mannered. Second, I hold to task the lazy writers, who look to tell tales of adventure and woe and make victim dragons yet again as beast that destroy villages and terrorize kingdoms, rending castles to the earth. I personally have never seen a dragon so flagrantly destroy so much with nary a reason, its absurd. The tales of Dragon’s hoarding riches and stealing gold and jewels to rest upon in their mountain caves is far from just. Did anyone ever take a moment to consider that these poor souls are simply reclaiming the gold and stones that were so viciously stolen from them when mankind chose to mine their homes? I dare say not. We really should all be ashamed that anything has to be said at all, the very thought that anyone should wish harm on such noble creatures should have been long ago banished.
By Leslie Amanda4 years ago in Fiction
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