princess, spoiled by the love

of someone so ruthless

he’d shield you from any pain

you fall, are lost without him

and maybe that was never his intention

and maybe it was, there is no telling now

but you, you need to keep going

no matter the motive, you are broken now

and have to start rebuilding

maybe not a kingdom

maybe nothing more than

a tent for now

a place so close to the stars you will not feel trapped again

a place with walls so flimsy you will never

have trouble breaking free to run

there is no greater purpose than

rebuilding yourself bit by bit

grief may be a solid foundation but it is not hope

pain may promise duration but it is not joy

learn to trust one person to learn

to trust yourself for the first time

learn to rise again

you may be developing calluses

but at least your hands don’t waver anymore

you may be wielding the very knives

he forbade you to touch for fear of injuring yourself

but at least next time the world won’t find you helpless

you make the journey from title to truth step by step

from a princess by name

to a queen by choice

you rise