I’ve got this way with words,
Is it a blessing or is it a curse?
To feel everything so deeply,
To be shattered so gravely,
Ah, a curse it must be, I say.

But then I fly so high,
Feel euphoric in the smallest joy,
Hope never leaves my side,
Even when despair takes over my life,
Ah, it’s a blessing, I admit.

Only to be swallowed whole,
Into the depth of darkness never seen,
Yet I rise again, every time,
I smile, and I fly,
I laugh, and I cry.

Oh, I’m tired!
Pour me some wine,
Let me relish the high,
And ride the chaos,
For I am, and always shall be,
The QUEEN!

For NaPoWriMo Day 3

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