More than I could ever have asked for. Beyond my level of comprehension. Outpours of power, love, and strength Trustworthy, when no one else’s arms can be trusted Her grip is fastened to my soul and her memories flash back in my mind Entirely selfless and always giving, having blood of her children spilled on her Ready to rock against evil-doers as her children stand on guard
Pierces through ones pain like the sharpest sword Unbreakable strength within her roots, her earth, and her shattered heart and throbbing veins Never resisting and always fighting, no matter what she has seen Joy drips from her constantly, her strength and pain moulds into silent acceptance Always pure, no matter what anyone does to her. Always beautiful, in her self Battle wounds only make her more solid, and her history more divine.
