A castle is built
within myself
Caging the sleeping beauty inside
With thorns growing all around
Piercing through
my head and my heart
The damsel in her slumbering distress
Knows not a single pain
But puts faith in her prince
And her fairy guardians
All of whom have no true sword
To slay the dragon roaring like tides
Or to awaken the kingdom
Of the numbness
in which they hide
Not even the witch who casted the spell
Can undo the magic bind
Because I myself am the
Princess, the prince,
The castle, the fairy guardians, the dragon,
The kingdom
And the
Witch
It's only in
A dying me
Where the saddest fairytale can
Thrive
A seemingly self-heroic one-woman show of what seems to be a fairytale on the outside, but a horror story within.
I have felt sad and empty for days, trying to salvage my emotions and balance them and whatnot. I've tried to become my own castle and fortress, my own prince, my own guardian; sometimes defeating the dragon in me, and sometimes succumbing to the witch in me. Sometimes the kindgom in me just watches numbly, unsciously waiting to see if the princess in me awakens herself and saves everyone. I am the cursed and the blessed, the destroyer and savior, the reader and the writer of my own fairytale. This is the first and last writing that will have all those bad and sad feelings i've felt. I will leave all the negative emotions I have experienced in 2016, here in this writing.
I know 2017, will be a better year.
