The fire she hearth for herself
Has diminished with simple words.
Her inner ambition
Shot to the ground by change.
Unknowingly, it was a blessing in disguise.
Vulnerability is all she felt in that moment
Of self doubt.
Everyone tells her what she needs but none cared
To truly see that this killed her every hope.
The lions pride must wither away so the journey could present itself in more than one way.
Now she must reflect on what’s to come and the suffering she must endure to make it through a day..
For now, all she can do is cry and self blame
Because only I know that I’m already drained…