Found fuel in my anger and burnt like a star. Bright but bitter. Still, it was beautiful, to be cloaked in fire. A phoenix for you to pluck over and over until ash, then flame, over and over again, and again. Until I ran out, grew volatile, beyond control. Singed you, a little. Realised fear, on your face when I broke past your expectations. Learnt burning eats you, from the inside out. Word of the Day: Fire
Keep your balance and your wits grasped tight. Knot them between your fingers like purse straps when the street empties to darkness and even the lamplight does little to chase away shadows. There’s no rescuing dignity if you spill, heels caught in the rickets of this ladder we’ve built from the bones of those who wept behind closed doors. Emotion would prove them woman and that was weakness, still is in the eyes of some. So the weak gift their spines and prayers, hollow themselves into armour for the next generation, and the one after that, in a desperation that they will be the drop that tips the scales to even.
Uncompromising does not mean unbreakable. Even the strongest machine has its fragile components. When they falter or buckle beneath pressure the whole thing will grind to a halt, until someone can come and sift through the metal, down to the root of the problem. But us, we cannot wait. There are too many mountains to climb for us to wait for our broken parts to be repaired by other people’s hands. Instead we have to carry them with us or learn the best way to tape ourselves together so that we hold just long enough to make it to the other side or past that ceiling that keeps the sun from coming in and us from breaking out. Uncompromising does not mean unbreakable, it means we will put ourselves back together, return to our feet and carry on forward no matter how many times we are shattered or forced to the ground. It means that though you may not be listening, we will certainly be heard. Daily Post: Uncompromising