She thought she knew her story
The story she mistook for a fairy tale
She said she was the princess wearing a crown
Waiting for her prince in her castle up in the clouds
Yet her patience grew thin
As her knight in shining armor remains missing
Her castle no longer feels like home
A dreaded prison she needs to escape from
So she cut off her long, flowing locks
And ditched her embroidered gown
Standing naked in front of a mirror
She saw a woman grown
No prince or knight will come and save her
So she thought to escape her darkened castle
Wearing an armor made from light and shadows
She fought the monsters and villains that lived in her halls
Bloodied, bruised, and hurting
She stepped down and out from the castle, her prison
Stronger than when she was first brought in
She was no longer a princess but a queen proud and standing tall
She was the woman I was once,
hiding behind several masks.
Afraid to let people in,
fearing they might not like
what their eyes could see.
She was the other side of me,
the darkness that clings to my light.
Can’t stand to be abandoned,
yet kept on receding back to the shadows.
She was the voice inside my head,
whispering incessantly in my every waking day.
The halls of my imagination she claims for her own,
where she creates monsters even from dust motes.
She was me in every sense of the word,
and now we are one for I’ve mastered my fear.
She and I are whole once more,
ready to face tomorrow stronger than before.
-The Elusive Scribe 042713-
How to unravel these tangled lines
of words in a jumbled mind?
To bring order to an already chaotic world
filled with monsters and heroes
and abandoned caves and decaying palaces?
How to unravel thoughts wound up tight,
stuck in a crowded room of daydreams,?
To separate the myths from the truths,
and bring out a story that will amuse?
-The Elusive Scribe 041213-