Warrior's Worth.

 

Dear warrior,
while you weather storms
through wars waged
against your worth,
remember, you
have purpose,
and come from the
deep, cool Earth.

Although the sinister
& sly may have tried to
steal the innocence
of your smile, you remain;
stand your ground & stay,
you are so much more
than sorrow, although it
seems to be a stain.

And when malevolent
men manipulate through
tactics meant to intimidate
you cannot let them conjugate
you, for they could never capture
the courage that has made you.

For you were meant to soar,
do not let the rest clip
your wings to steal your flight.
Fly away, or fight, dear warrior–
they could never dim your light.

Ultraviolet.

Paint without apologies on life's chaotic canvas, since there is no one else who can fulfill your purpose. Dance with the watercolour winds, just like the wolves did. Whose poison tongue convinced you 'solo' is synonymous with 'worthless'? 

Listen to that tiny voice within you, the same one that whispers softer than the stars. On the surface, all is calm and steady, but do not wake this resting jaguar. 

Poor are they whose pleasures depend on another's permission. When you already enchant audiences like the magician, why do you settle for being his assistant?

Let your art mirror the beauty of your smile, cut and paste each piece of you until you're perfect. Show them the strength in being an unmanned isle, let them wonder if their dependency issues are worth it. 

You are capable enough to conquer Gengis Khan or Alexander. While all these reds need blues just to become purple, you already entered this world vibrant and violet. Always remember that you were destined to be their commander, instead of following orders, like some complacent copilot.