the voice behind the fury

She speaks softly…

To the feathered

The furred and

The scaled

But holds no punches when it comes to

The skinned.

Thick, thin…

don’t matter

You’re either gonna relate

Or learn that real quick

What walking her path can create.

She lost count of the hells she’s walked through

a long time ago.

Words are her axes.

Big doe eyes her shields.

They say her battles have taught her

how to hold fiercely to her heart,

They say her fires are the only thing

keeping her ocean from drowning you.