Invincble

She asked how to be a storm, a great dark cloud of power, but instead, they told her how to be a mist, a soft cloud of pearly grey.

She asked how to be a wildfire, aflame with the heart of a lioness. They told her to be an ember, hidden beneath ashes until her flame was all gone.

But they never told her how to unleash the storm which she hid beneath her skin.

They never told her how to be invincible,

And that was all she wanted.

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