Fate

She was born an old soul
A gypsy lover with stars in her eyes
A woods hippie with flowers in her hair and a smile on her face

She was born a warrior

With scars on her skin and war at her back
A lioness of death and struggle that parted armies with singing blades
She was born a healer
A gentle handed peace bringer
A fawn soft voice and an affinity for fixing the broken and the damaged
They were born
They lived and loved and laughed and died
And they never pretended to be what they weren’t
Never lied to their hearts and souls

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s