For the women who fought lions

and if not for yourself,

do it for the women that broke the shackles

to see you run free into the rose bush

and become one.

the women that carry the legacy on their backs.

of strength and complete dedication to see your

little heart beat freely without hesitation. 

they held back to watch you run free.

and broke themselves into pieces to see you

become whole.

if not for yourself,

then for the magicians who from plain air spun you.

a block of pure gold.

go on and run free, my dear.

for they did not do the extraordinary to see you become

just mediocre.