There’s a beauty in fierceness
In the confidence one holds
When their world has crashed before them but there they stand so bold
The way one’s eyes will glow, like fire reflected in the dark by a feral creature in the cold
They way they hold their body, strong and regal like a cat
Ready to strike each moment against a possible attack
But there’s a sadness wrapped within it
Within that bold parade
Because once you hold it, you realize it was merely a way to be safe
The stance holds the heartache in a safe and protective pouch
But no matter how bold and fearless, there’s still that little ouch
The heartache that made you bristle and you're eyes to brightly glow
With the fire burning inside you from the pain that you try to swallow
It will not go away, no matter what you do
Not until you face it... boldly... or afraid.
I only hope you see it, before the fierceness wears you down
Before you hold your anger bejeweled like a crown
I hope you can face it softly, like a cold and injured cat
Opening your defenses to scoop it in your jacket
To let it burrow softly, beside your beating heart
And maybe find some comfort before it must depart
I hope you give it mercy, for its never found much love
The heartache and the anger, and all of the above
So please greet it gently, for it can only speak the truth
That broken little piece, was once a part of you