I refuse to be small, to play small.
I will not fit into the boxes you provide,
I am strength, the grit and poise,
I am the steel will against your fears.
I am vulnerability in the quiet hours
When I remove my armour.
When your lips rest against mine,
And my fingers tremble lightly on your cheek.
In this holy silence,
I put my lions to rest.
I dream of things beyond this world,
My divine connection speaks to me.
I push the pain away;
Like taming wild horses.
Only then can I hear the universe's call.
I am the sword of truth; no matter how uncomfortable,
I slice through your illusions and clear the skies once more.
My bare feet make way on the battleground,
And I see the horizon in the distance,
Blazing with my name.
I am the passion of a thousand warriors,
Fighting in battleships on stormy seas.
A sparkling blood-red ruby glows somewhere deep in my navel,
The diamonds in my crown are made of holy light.
I was not put here to be a wife, or to be chained to convention,
I have no master: my spirit is free.
I am the queen of my own destiny,
I am the light that guides the way.
Copyright Gemma Malak 2019
