i dreamed of a past life
where i was
fighting for my emperor,
and ended up dying
to defend him
falling off the top of a roof;
to this very day i still have a fear
of heights with no good reason
so i think there may be some truth
to be found in this
story–
i am still fierce, strong, powerful
and a beautiful warrior who fights for love and light
even without an emperor to defend;
there are some things you cannot escape
we don’t get to choose what stays and goes away
i can only embrace my strengths and my flaws
with grace
improving who i am to become the best i can be–
maybe in another life
i will be ever better than i am now,
but that is too far away to consider truthfully;
so i just focus on now and making myself a better future
than they told me i could have
i have always been a
rebel–
don’t think that’ll ever change
because as a daughter of the moon i will punish you
with erosion.
