As the evening falls
And I’m drenched in rain,
I pray, may your love
Find me like this, when I don’t
Have to run, or chase or fall.
I pray, may your love soothe me
Just as the smell of rain on earth,
And all I have to do to feel it
Is simply breathe.
When she was a child, her father always told her she could be anyone she wanted. That’s because, he added “you’re a chameleon soul my girl”. She believed in magic and longed for a world where she could attend balls in surreal castles and have tea with the mad hatter.
She grew up to be a fine damsel, yes. And then reality struck at her. Someone did take her for a ride on a white horse, but he was no white knight. The devil was funny and handsome and had such beautiful eyes that she bartered her heart for his demons without a second thought.
She was shattered into a million million shards, reduced to zilch, but then after a century of nightmares, hope whispered in her father’s voice, “you can be anything you want”. So she rose from the ashes, built herself back tiny bit by tiny bit and became a queen, a warrior queen and wore her scars with pride.
It’s true she was a chameleon soul: she was the damsel and the dragon, both. She did not know it, but she had become a kaleidoscope of a woman, iridescent and resplendent; she shone like a diamond but never stopped burning for the things she loved.
Painted In Words 