Ready

The Goddess life cycle,

Maiden, Mother, Crone.

Youth and chaos is all I’ve known,

I emerge into the next phase.

I am ready,

But I don’t want to lose me.

Or maybe now I’m a different me,

My pain was growth.

I stepped down from the stage,

No longer seeking applause & eyes.

I didn’t want attention & the lies,

The disguise,

I don’t have time.

Submissive but rebellious,

Detached but not distant.

Maybe I wasn’t one of those girls,

Maybe I belong in my own world.

Maybe I am passive,

Or maybe only certain battles are worth pursuit.

-By Maroof