Change must be my idiosyncrasy
I’m in front of the woods
In love with the moon
But terror rips through me
At the howling of the wolves.
I promised to leave my wistfulness
With the grave I laid my lacerated heart
I let my liberator lock me up,
Safety’s just too insipid for me.
Now you’ve abrogated my absolution
Destroyed my declaration
I’m glass unbroken
Lying in shards of shattered resolutions.
Your levity of my destruction
Leaves me the strongest shell you ever saw
You smirk at my walls, harbinger
Warn me they’ll fall
Oh, love, you don’t even know.
There’s nothing that can detract my defenses
Not this time
The Girl of Change won’t crumble
Between the teeth of wolves.
I won’t allow you to impede me
A bitten lip won’t keep my mouth shut
Unsinking into warm depths,
I rise to an undertone of victory.