Princess Footprints

I am a princess

Born into privilege.

I walk down the red carpet

Rested upon a bed of moss,

Grown over jagged rock.

Wearing only one crystal slipper,

I prefer to run barefoot into the garden,

With a pebble in my shoe.

Bound

To the castle by chains

Raised in poverty post trauma,

I fight for freedom.

Empathetic to a fault,

I shed tears for the suffering.

I smile for the people,

Not the cameras.

I am not glamorous,

Nor consistent

But with an open heart

I embrace the world,

I find Divinity alongside Mother Nature,

And my soul belongs to God.

I speak loudly in passion,

Whisper softly to my love,

Yet walk alone many nights in silence.

Locked away smouldering fears

Behind cement walls within the tallest tower.

My grief has devoured me,

Chewed me up,

Spit me back out time and again

Leaving me standing 5’2,

Scarred with

A chip on my shoulder,

And my chin held high,

Standing in tree pose

On the edge of Horse Thief Cannon.

Standing on the fringe of Earth,

Gazing beyond the horizon

At a world which I was raised to believe was round.

Some say it’s flat,

I could care less to argue.

I’d prefer to wait quietly;

Dead center of the drawbridge

With the river far beneath me,

The entrance to the gate,

Surrounded by thorns.

I await peacefully there

For some mythical answers,

To a pocketful of questions

And a mind filled with buzzing bees.

My backpack laden,

Secured and ready to run and explore…

*****

Then she awakens,

My child’s soft gaze

Locks upon my own

As she speaks the word “Mommy,”

With her magic

She light‘s up my dimming soul.

With one single word

Wise beyond her years she guides me,

To face the fear

Of my awaiting throne of Motherhood.

With one single glance she reassures me,

It is time to step up to be the

Queen she deserves me to be.

Destined in life to be her Mother,

For she is the princess now growing,

As she awaits her throne..