From within...

She smiles and her eyes dance.

Within her heart she knows she lies.

He looks at her. She was all he wanted.

She can think, arouse and cook.

He liked her. Desired her. Cared for her.

But he could only watch her. From afar.

She had known many. And knew him.

She liked him. Respected him.

She was intoxicating. She was his love's verse.

He craved for her. She gave in.

They loved. Like no one else could.

They cared. Like no one else would.

A story unfolded. A story untold.

I sing my ballad not for the world.

But for within.

Reindeer ride

Gliding on the snow.

Holding their reins.

I feel the chilly wind blowing on my face.

Even though it is covered.

The tails of my coat fly and the dagger almost flings off its sheath.

They gallop and I fly.

The snow covered trees pass by and so do sepia tinted memories.

And I keep going. To where, I dont know.

A silver back fox trots by. Holding a fish in his jaws.

Solitude beckons me. Solitude is what I left behind.

Grit

Today I am hurt. Hurt beyond words. But I need to bleed. And I want to write.

And for once, I am unable to write. It just doesn’t flow. So I desire to bleed more. Feel more. Pain subsides. But the wounds remain. They will never heal.

At every opportunity I have encountered an obstacle. Sometimes it won, and sometimes I did.

However I have always fought. I am a fighter. I will fight till the last breath is exhaled from my lungs.

I have learnt to be independent. I have held back tears. I have sacrificed. Fun, good times. Not for me. Not now.

I will ride. Into the battle on my horse. Holding my sword and roaring with delight. I may die a death. But I will live a million moments. Full of joy, strength and power.