Chin up, shoulders back, spine straight, eyes watching and assessing.
You are the Queen my darling, not a simpering little princess waiting to be saved; you will do the saving and you will ride your horse into battle leading the charge and forcing your enemies to bow before you on the field of battle.
So wear that crown you were born to wear and smile a smile that will make their blood run cold.
They have not broken you, they have given you even more strength; that was their biggest mistake.
You wield a sword of defiance and power. You carry a shield of confidence even when you shake.
The scars that adorned your body and soul are but chased silver filigree on your armor of gold and platinum and they are beautiful. They are made of moonbeams and sunlight on the ocean, even when you are unclothed, you are magnificent. So straighten your crown my Queen.
So now my darling remember,
Chin up, shoulders back, spine straight…. Wear your crown that you were born to wear because no matter who they are or what they say, you are stronger than all of them put together.
You take no prisoners, for we are all your slaves.
My mind thinks I’m still a badass like I was at twenty-five
/ My mind thinks I’m still a badass even though I’m sixty-five
/ My mind makes my mouth write checks my old body it can’t cash.
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/ I used to ride every horse, never a fear or doubt within my mind.
/ I used to walk the stormy beach; daring the sign in to read more »
She stands in the sun
/ Copper coat gleaming.
/ Suddenly,
/ Tail up and running to put her racing ancestor to shame
/ She teases and bullies her herd mates because she is
/ The Queen and it is her right.
/ She
/ Stops hard
/ Tosses her head up high
/ Ears forward
/ And
/ Snorts loud enough to wake dragons sign in to read more »
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