Caged, lost, having no one to hold her, no one to talk to. 
She spend nights awake with no one to listen to her soft sobs. 
Hoping against hope she could finally find her peace,
she could get her smile back, could find her way back.
Some days she wondered if she was slipping away. 
If this would be the end, an end with no more pain.
Then, one day, she woke, realized no one was waiting 
on the other side for her, she was all alone.
And she knew she had to find herself, she had to live.
So it began, like a phoenix from its ashes,
her journey to claim her throne
to find the young girl she had lost along the way 
to make herself into the warrior she was always meant to be. 
Slowly, she built herself, walking over the ashes,
smiling down at scars of battles she once fought, 
feeling the same scars protect her fiercely. 
Realizing that at last, she had found her peace. 
Yet she knew the fight wasn't over, but the fights never 
again, scared her, never again threw her back into her cage. 
No, she fought her battles with everything she had. 
Loved herself and her people from the bottom of her heart. 
But she knew which ones to choose and which ones to let 
go, she knew the past didn't define her, she knew she was 
no longer falling, that she was her queen.