I am not a
damsel in distress just waiting for a
knight in
shining armor to come and rescue me
from the
drudgery and misery.
I am
myself’s own hero.
I fight all
those who try to hurt me because
that’s a lot
easier than to wait for someone
to save me.
I conquer
every fears I have even of it means
I’ll have to
have cuts and bruises ad endure
every pain.
I know I
look weak.
I look as if
I’m going to stumble
with just a
snap of your finger.
I know I
mumble with words
everytime
people throw sarcasms at me.
I certainly
get hurt but those are just
too shallow
for me to scream in agony.
I’m not a
princess in stilettos, a tiara, and a fancy dress.
I chose to
be in my ripped jeans and sneakers.
I don’t want
to wait in vain
for a prince
charming to arrive
on his white
horse.
I’m not just
simply waiting for a kiss
and
expecting that a happily ever after
will follow.
I’m not even
dreaming of a prince.
All I want
is someone who’ll never
feel scared
to stay at my side;
someone
who’ll jump at every chance
of adventure
with me.
All I ever
want to be
is a
princess
not built in
imaginary land
of fairies
and castles.
A princess
who traveled
the path
that few dared
to choose
for her
happily ever
after.
Abby Arreitavlas 031616
via Betsin-artparasites
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