Sojourn

I’m so tired, walking through the sand,
Driving on, there’s little time for rest.
Looking back, I make deliberate steps,
My destination's distance is unknown.

I’ve been doused by torrential rains,
My skin scorched by the blazing heat,
Threatened by dangerous animals,
Still, I push on with determination.

No turning back from this journey of tears,
All other paths have been exhausted.
It is time, and I am now strong enough.
The sun sets on my thirst-derived mirage:

I dream of the lovely Weeping Willow,
I’ll finally lay down on the green grass,
Sheltered by the curtain of her branches,
She calls to me, Peace calls to me.

I will not deviate from my chosen path,
I must follow through to the end,
I must sojourn through the desolation,
To be purged and find peace with myself.

Healed but There.

I carry my scars with me; the worst cannot be seen,
I won’t deny their existence, or deny where I’ve been.
I don’t hide my scars, so I’m different from you,
You’ll count it against me; it’s just what you do.

Yes, I’ve been hurt, and I’ve worked hard to heal.
I’ve come through the fire, stronger and more real.
My scars don’t define who I am; they are a sign,
Of the battles fought and lessons learned over time.

Beware

I am a lioness. No one shall hold me down.
I am tender with my young, a great provider.
I am at once wild and soft with my lover,
And I will tear up any who threaten me or mine.

RAWR.