your mother told you fairy tales, but she didn’t tell you this:

girls who run with the wolves aren’t here for boys to love.

you walk in moon dust

and stars are sprinkled in your hair;

you wear strength and darkness equally well,

women like you drown oceans.

you have always been half goddess, half hell.

when the sun sets and the wolves run,

your heart belongs to every star,

and you will never need a king to be a queen.

a queen will always turn pain into power.

you walk on fires others are scared to put out,

because you wear it for skin with a storm in your soul.

sometimes the princess and the witch are one,

and red riding hood will eat the wolf.

don’t let them forget

that the most powerful hurricanes begin when the wind disguises itself

as the tiniest breeze and the briefest hint of sea.

there is lightning in your soul,

you were made of miracles,

and you can run all you want,

but in the light of the moon

the wolves will always call you back.

[this is a found poem i put together with five or six Pinterest posts i came across; most of the lines are from the poem that inspired this one, by Lydia Maartin, and the rest are from Nikita Gill, Rupi Kaur, Zachry K. Douglas, and a few unknown sources. i didn't write any of this, just got inspired by other incredible writers and combined their works!]