Wisdom Of The Rebel Queen

Period. The end. Shows over when you refuse to bend. Rules set in place, ones made in outer space. It’s like holding on, and never letting go.

What a suffocating way to be. Not to me, not to them, ghosts of the ones you used to know, those that chose to move on.

We’re all in a story, one of our own making, a masterpiece made only by you and me and everyone that you see.

Characters acting out, off with their heads, their souls uneasy to break. Blind to the fact, you just turned your back on your own face. An aspect of you, that you just can’t stand. Marching between the lines, where everything looks the same.

Same old town, same old routine, she’s always calling you at two. Nothing out of place, except for the rebel queen. Disrupting the seemingly serene.

Throwing rocks at the glass, causing a ripple effect, earth shattering at her core. An explosive sound, coming from the ground.

Flowers get swept away, roots always still in place. A tether to the home, the one you probably forgot you’ve known.

She must have a defect, causing such a butterfly effect. Cast her out, she’s much too fast. Her head is on fire, can’t seem to put it out.

Unable to understand what she’s saying, a language that’s much too savage. The truth of all that is comes pouring out, words you can’t bear to hear. Tears are streaming down your face, this isn’t love, why does it hurt?

This is the school of life, the more tears, the stronger that you will be, that’s what Socrates taught me.

It’s easy to hate her, until you’ve walked in her shoes. She seems so quick, but that’s the beauty of her mind. Sharp with wit. She did the work, filled the Nile with so much bile.

Deep breaths and the softest caress, filled her with utmost peace.

Dancing in the moonlight never felt so right, the spotlight goes to the ones who steal the show.

Fear of pain pulled the curtain down, before the last call ever got made. Go back to your lane, then. Off the beaten track I stay, there is nowhere else I would rather be.

Maybe that’s her gift, to show them to never be afraid. A safe path over there is sometimes the way, but what about over here?

It’s dark so you can’t really see. How scary that must be. The shadows filled with all of your nightmares, your greatest enemies.

Cower on your knees, but they’re not there to harm you, no. Stand up and face yourself, and the stronger you’ll become. So Heracles told me.

Have mercy on your soul, these are all the lessons you could not see, presented for thee.