Power is beautiful.
As well as deadly.
It is said, that power, lies where the people believe it resides. Some attain power by the sheer willpower to climb to the top. Others have power bestowed upon them by those already in power. But true power, the divine right to rule, is something you’re born with. One can never attain that, no matter how hard they try.
But in that moment, in that one singular moment where I let all my inhibitions fall away, I knew what true power felt like.
It wasn’t just a word that was used to describe someone. Neither was it the crown that sat on one’s head. Power wasn’t a shadow that lies on the wall, shifting from one person to the other when it was their time to have a taste of it. Power was something real, something I could see and touch right in front of
