Oh I was beautiful, sweet and innocent. Soft as a feather, open and free. I trusted love, God and what I was taught to believe.
My acceptance and ignorance. Of those with darkness unresolved. Led to being disrespected, abused, and tossed.
I cried out, my voice ignored. I scream, and got hit to the floor. So I did the only thing someone battered and bruised can do.
I bursted into flames and became someone new.
I let my innocence die, her sweetness reborn, into fire and heat, a whole new form. My words became sharp, my teeth became fangs, my voice became fire and from it I sang,
“I will not be violated, abused or confused. Your pain is not mine, I will not be yours to use. Deal with your shit, as I deal with mine. We heal from our pain, one song at a time.”
From maiden to dragon, both live within. My sovereignty cost me a new coat of skin. Refined in the fire, my heart is still gold. This is how, a goddess is formed.