Within her soul lies a myriad of emotions slowly taking the form of a tornado.
Her body is bruised with backlash from dark entities dressed in humanely costumes.
She retaliated but her voice did not matter anymore.
Her soul became a vessel only to confine the anger and bitterness they instilled in her.
Sadly, just like a small pouch containing hundreds of dollar notes, it began to overflow to a point where she did not recognize herself anymore.
Her eyes no longer had the self pity reflection of herself but rather a fierce, fiery and powerful gaze that could pierce through any soul.
Her words carried powerful waves of emotions that rose and subside with the tone of her voice.
And attitude, oh boy her attitude screamed a scorched earth policy that everyone bent the knee with respect.
"Mhysa, Oh Mhysa", they call out to her with admiration.
She was not only their new queen born out of fire but she was also their hope.
If she could rise like a Phoenix from the ashes, they could too.
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Enchanted
Random'Enchanted' is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories and many more. The aim behind it is to make a difference in the simplest action even through my words in terms of self improvement and self empowerment. I hope you enjoy and learn somethi...
