It’s said she’s made of storm cells
And a wild wolf’s hungry heart,
That she’s learnt the lightning’s secret,
To ripping darkened skies apart.
The power of her presence
Can bring mountains to her knees,
Her song is one of choas
As she stirs the angry seas.
Great souls don’t always come
inside forms that you’d assume,
But you’d never doubt her strength,
When she’s howling at the moon.
Just like always, misery loves company and she loves being alone.
//“God has given us one face and we make ourselves another”
There’s more to people than their happy, interesting social media uploads and their huge plastered smile. We can never understand someone fully until and unless they become comfortable and yet there’s always a side that’s kept secret.
So, Is it fair enough to judge people ? Can we really act like we know their problems and have our say?
It’s kinda tragic how the era has changed- where people have no time to put themselves in somebody else’s shoes before having their say ’cause it’s become so uncool.
Just because someone is able to smile, hold their heads up and carry on in life, it doesn’t mean that they are leading a perfect one. There’s a huge need to respect everyone’s ideals and opinions.
“There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
‘I feel this is right for me,
I know this is wrong.’
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right–just listen to
The voice that speaks inside”