06-10-2015, 01:50 PM
It’s been too long, my unloved friends. Too long since I wandered this meadow in sadness and pity, aggravated by Him and Her and It. It—my half brother—a spitting image of Him himself made me so incredibly irritated well, I left.
Left and didn’t look back.
And here I am, myself and I, a woman now with much to offer whichever kingdom makes her claim. Here I am, the burden, the mistake, ready to serve. I long for a home which gives me opportunities, gives me a place, and gives me the chance to redeem what no one thought I could; I will show Him. I will prove to Him his biggest mistake was treating me like the trash he believed I was. I am beautiful, bold, and strong, and I will prove myself worthy.
I will prove he was never worthy enough for me.
The meadow isn’t far from the field, and eventually I am able to get myself to the heart of the claiming border. My skin boils with aggravation but I won’t show it on the outside; I am an expressionless piece of stone. My surface is cold, hard, unrefined, but I am deeper than that. My exterior is the tip of my own iceberg, the depth of what I have burning beneath my skin is what will entice the worthy kingdoms. If they want a fighter, a speaker, a candidate for something more than a resident, I am their girl. I am angry, but angry is powerful. Angry can be dangerous, but only to those who don’t help me extinguish it properly.
Come forth, ruthless recruiters, place your pitch.
I place myself in her center, my tobiano coat flashing tones of brown and white from the afternoon sun. It was hot, my skin felt like it was burning but at a time like this I would not show weakness. I need to attract the tough, the willing, and the great—not the useless and the fake.
So here and now is where I stand, soaking in the summer heat and inhaling the sweet smell of my future destiny.
Hello, future homelands.
Left and didn’t look back.
And here I am, myself and I, a woman now with much to offer whichever kingdom makes her claim. Here I am, the burden, the mistake, ready to serve. I long for a home which gives me opportunities, gives me a place, and gives me the chance to redeem what no one thought I could; I will show Him. I will prove to Him his biggest mistake was treating me like the trash he believed I was. I am beautiful, bold, and strong, and I will prove myself worthy.
I will prove he was never worthy enough for me.
The meadow isn’t far from the field, and eventually I am able to get myself to the heart of the claiming border. My skin boils with aggravation but I won’t show it on the outside; I am an expressionless piece of stone. My surface is cold, hard, unrefined, but I am deeper than that. My exterior is the tip of my own iceberg, the depth of what I have burning beneath my skin is what will entice the worthy kingdoms. If they want a fighter, a speaker, a candidate for something more than a resident, I am their girl. I am angry, but angry is powerful. Angry can be dangerous, but only to those who don’t help me extinguish it properly.
Come forth, ruthless recruiters, place your pitch.
I place myself in her center, my tobiano coat flashing tones of brown and white from the afternoon sun. It was hot, my skin felt like it was burning but at a time like this I would not show weakness. I need to attract the tough, the willing, and the great—not the useless and the fake.
So here and now is where I stand, soaking in the summer heat and inhaling the sweet smell of my future destiny.
Hello, future homelands.