She’ll Rule Her Space
As is her destiny and her right
She answered the call of her wildest side,
The savage that beat within the walls of her heart, her hardest ride,
The energy gifted from her blooded birth that caused many to hide,
Exquisite pain of forced entry into a cruel world from where she collide,
Crucifying her very goodness before she’d even cried.
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She screamed her defiance at the pressure gifted,
Knowing immediately that her safe haven had disturbingly shifted,
And her equilibrium within her nature had suddenly drifted.
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She focused her coming years on the wilderness buried deep,
Withdrawing into the background temporarily in sleep,
Watching with educated eyes awaiting the upkeep,
Determined to be better as she grew to fruition in a clean sweep,
Toxic to the bounty, spoiled within the doldrums they reap.
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The darkness ran from her in a hastened race,
Believing the hidden evil could surrender her pace,
Showing the lighter side of its second face.
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They had no idea about the savage that had been birthed,
She who ran barefoot upon the hardiest of earth,
Flashing through the toxicity to highlight her natural worth,
As the selfish hold tight, unwilling to share their sacred dearth,
And finding her as their enemy, a sacrifice scrambled within her mirth.
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For the life span of her time here in the light,
She’ll clear the heavens of those who scare the night,
Welcoming the moon to heist its beams casting bright.
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She rules the heavens riding her broom,
Casting spells on those that torment her, forestalling their doom,
There’s no easy way out, she’ll not give them room
To wallow in her pity, no she’ll entice them into an earthly womb,
Leaving them to drown within their doom and gloom.
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She runs them ragged as she gives chase,
Giggling evilly as they scuttle away in their haste,
Riding them down, ridding the earth of this toxic waste.
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Savage she has been called, as is her right,
A heart of raw emotions to her utmost delight,
A tear or two is the most she’ll allow others to sight,
And when she hears the call to battle, she’ll excite
The strength and wisdom she endeavours to win from every fight.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (5)
I wanna cast spells on people too! I also wanna be savage like her! She's my role model! Loved this awesomeeee poem!
Strong, independent women will always terrify the powers that be & those who cling to their own authority. And those who can't fly will always tend to try & ground those who can.
Good word imagery!
Wow, nice💓I can imagine you making a story for the Cast a spell challenge.
What a beautiful poem! Well written!