My weary soul begs to rest my bloodied feet;
Pierced with thorns, cut by shards of glass
Of a shattered heart that once beat in rhythm divine,
On a dreary road in a journey called life,
I’ve been dragging the cross for far too long.
The crown of thorns adorning my bloodied head,
The albatross hung around my neck,
I’ve been burnt at the stake every night!
“Witch” they say, as I conquer all adversities.
Fate throws a few more, I slay the demons,
While befriending the dragon that guarded the tower I once lived in.
“Bitch” they call me, when I refuse their lecherous advances…
Bludgeon. Bully. Beat. Berate.
Bleed dry this blasphemous wench,
I smile as they prepare the stake again.
Burn me to smithereens —
My dragon sheds a tear, I rise again from my ashes;
Bloodied, barely alive…but brave enough to face another day.
My soul weeps in silence, begging for respite.
I softly tell her, not yet, battles to win before we do.
So we dredged along, weary but determined to win eventually.
I’m the woman they will one day name Indefatigable!
