" They will bring me storms and I will drink the rain and dance with the lightening. I am not a weak flower."
-Erin Van Vuren

I'm not a stranger to the dark.

Barbed branches scratched my face as I ran through the thorny forest,the sun burned my skin as I walked barefoot on the hot rocky ground, I could taste the grass as I fell to the ground. I stumble upon the sand and I fell on my face, I froze as I swam through the cold and fast river. I would not say that I was running, more like I was fighting to defeat the life chains imposed on me by society.

I'm not a stranger to the dark.

But there are things that scare me. There is a silence that I cannot describe, another kind of darkness I cannot see and a touch I cannot feel. I'm not a stranger to the dark. I turn to you, the guardian of my soul, you tried to take my pride and destroy my confidence, you made me hide and question my worth. You throw me on my knees and laughed in my face, you put so many obstacles in front of me that I had to doubt myself. Why? Is this all because I decided to take my life in my own hands? You tried to play with my sanity and made me go crazy. I refuse to humble myself before you, to sit on my knees and to let you judge me. You looked me in the face and said that I don’t have the worth, but I clearly and loudly replied to you and everyone else, I have value!! I worth all that is good and bad in me, I worth the sea and the land,tragedy and happiness and I will never surrender myself to you.

I'm not a stranger to the dark.

I learned how to dance with the devil and how to be friends with the dark. In my madness, I found happiness. Every time you hit me it hurt less, every time you hit me I will fight back, I learned how to fight for myself. You sent thunders and earthquakes, asking me to conform, but I can't believe you dared to forget that I am a daughter of the storm.

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I'm sorry if I made some grammar mistakes, English is not my first language, I am still learning.. :)