She is not afraid that she is weak
That she's made of fragile lace fabric, that she will unravel from a whipping, harsh breeze
She is afraid that her gaze could burn down a city
Dismantle a man
Break open a thousand hearts
She is afraid that she is far too powerful
So she shamefully looks away from the lightning bolts throbbing through her veins
The oceans of intuitive, feminine power that thrash wildly inside her.
She pushes under the fire and flame, tucks it sweetly behind her smile.
She remembers all too well, each & every time she was told she was too much
So she hides
She hides her flames.
A smothered volcano ready to burst
At the seams.
She is not afraid of pain
She is afraid that once she transforms she will soar too high.
She is afraid to taste the gritty shakti that lives inside her
That blooms in her tongue
In moments where she falls to her knees
Says fuck it to the past
Rips her heart open at the seams
And lets the delicious darkness pour out.
She meets her demons with a come hither stare
And howls to the moon from a rocky mountaintop.
She is fire.
She is power.
She is pain.
She is fucking courageous chaotic beauty.
The world might have branded her as weak and helpless, a passive woman
But she knows the juicy truth
She is ridiculously strong,
It's time to
And shower the world with her
Fire and flame.