I used to be a damsel
A poem about finding the strength to fight your own battles
By Flora NickelsPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Andalucía Andaluía on Unsplash
I used to be a damsel in distress
Making mistakes
And waiting for others
To clean them up
The mistakes piled higher
One after another
Until they made a mountain
I couldn’t see over
I would wait atop it patiently
For someone to rescue me
So that I wouldn’t need
To fight my own battles
Only soon my saviours
They stopped coming
One after another
They were too tired, too worn out
They begged me
To fix my own mistakes
I wept atop the mountain
Too afraid to climb down
Not wanting to fall
Too scared to move
I distanced myself from the world
Waiting there until one day I realised
A damsel can slay dragons too
So I brandished my sword
And chose to change my fate



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