a princess, tired,
built castles, loved by people
and loved a prince
—all birthed from her words
an outcast, fallen,
as her words turn
into robbers of joy and
into daggers against her
a queen, revives,
to ascend the throne once again
pen as sword; heart as shield
written words are her armies
under her rough hands
i'll never give up on writing. i am back.
(j.m.)