Queen of Anything

I am Queen of Blues

The kind of blues that exists in all things

Above and below and about us.

With sea-faring eyes, that strive to see fair

An empath that can feel the change in the air which the winds carry the weight of their storms

I am Queen of Brown and Golds,

Living creatures for companions that I strive

Each day to help, heal, and understand.

They are big and small,

Sometimes both for a moment.

Struggles can sometimes send feet and toes scrabbling.

Arms may begin wrangling for purchase.

Will it bite or simply stand still

Will they come again, or ignore the signs.

But as queen they will all leave my domain better off than they came,

Though we all are left a little more cracked than before

I am Queen of Black and Purples.

Arms, thighs, legs, chest

Matters not as I will no doubt bear their forgotten emblems

Battles past won, challenges not yet faced

They will continue to come always

From minuscule to catastrophe

I will rise again, and come back to the same grounds the next day

Because I am queen.

I am Queen of Reds.

Doing all I can within my power to hold the heat in.

To feel the sting of that moment with biting steel

gets harder to ignore each passing day.

In different ways I ponder how tempting it would be

to let the red flow out

after crying to be heard, at last, for once.

Although some queens do not drown others and lose their heads

I have yet to discover which red queen

I may become.

I am a growing Queen of Greens.

With balance of healing, healing of purpose, and purpose of balance.

All these will take practice to make my world my own

The drive to learn more and try to make sense of what lies before me

Both past and future.

A gift from somewhere that gives me everything I will ever need

That I can continue to grow onward and become larger than myself

Even now I am slowly learning

That if I can be queen of all these things

I can be Queen of Anything