Elementia strength

A ransacked village in India is where my lineage began Women. Women, I will And Can never, ever know. Tribulations my western brain Cannot comprehend. They made me. I have the blood of Hundreds Of Maharanis, princesses, and queens of India. The iron will of thousands of brave Pakistani women burn

Vert émeraude est ton œil Et son reflet dans ce lac de glace Où miroitent tes émotions Si calmes.

Rouge sang est ta griffe Et son ombre avant qu’elle ne tombe Pour s’ancrer dans la chair De tes ennemis.

“To Strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” Thou shalt never give up, What is rightfully his, Never whimper away from fears, Never give away their tears, Fight for what is right, Inside the brightest of light, We shall all have, The strength to carry on forever

I’m hanging from the edge. Nothing stands between me and falling but my own waning strength. What if I fall? What if I seriously hurt myself?

You see, I’ve been on both ends, the smile and the tear, But still I stand after all of my years, Perhaps a little wiser, maybe stronger too, But I’m still nowhere close to what I’m meant to do. And although I seem generous and incredibly kind, Always being mature can make me lose my mind, My big