Crowned Warrior
She is midnight; she is fire.
She is black glitter raining down on the face of fear.
Her entrapments remind her that she is the spirit of the wild and free.
She is love; she is abundance, hot coals of courage burning in her soul.
She is a soft touch; she is an arrow moving swiftly through the air.
She is the beauty of a rose, both the petals and the thorns.
She is heartbreak; she is strength.
She is power; she is peace.
She is YOU; she is me.
She is unbreakable; she is a WARRIOR.
Photo by Stefanie Mossakowski