wonderwoman – Purple Empaths

Twigs Of Peace

She ran after the doves,
peace be with her, peace be with her sons;
the one’s she silently protected.
She grew wings out of her blood, every strike on her grew into a new feather.

Rain drops trickled down her wounds. Drops of mercy from mother earth, she’s used to being exploited. She stared sadly at the fingers pointed… Fingers pointed back at her, for the pain she endured. She prayed to hope, asking to be cured. She faced sleepless nights. Struggled with countless internal fights. Whispering to herself everyday.Continue reading “The soldier is female”