A captive is what I think I shall be,
for Halloween this year—in 2023.
Burdened by the weight of other’s fear.
Trapped.
Sitting silenced in a cage full of expectations.
And rage.

Confined, bound.
No one around.

Who if not I, can release this relentless pressure?
Hopelessly, I await for the right partner—
To take my hand, help me stand.
And get my **** together.

To walk with me, out of captivity.
The place that haunts me.
How long must my sentence be?

Oh, how I yearn to be set free.
Take this wretched costume off.
Just. Be. Me.

Underneath it all,
I am a strong and capable woman.
I can walk out of this on my own!
Saunter about, like royalty
Onward to the throne.

Amen, I am captive no more.
For I chose the latter path,
After all, it suits me most admirably.

It is at my core, a crown can be found.
Seek and you shall see,
an exquisite Queen, standing her ground.
Not just on Halloween, but in actual reality.