.
nobody knows she feels small
in the wee hours of the morning,
watching the moon fade
in this world of magic mirrors and
tower cages and identities tied
to golden tresses
long
enough
to
climb.
nobody asked her if she wants
to marry a prince or be a gleeful
pauper or feel the dirt between
her unslippered toes.
nobody knows she dreams
of dragons, armor,
distant shores and un
-furled sails, a place where
nobody endlessly calls
her name.
………………………………..nobody’s seen her
……………………………………………………since tuesday.
.
PAD, day 29.
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Oh my … love this …
I love that book – Paper Bag Princess! And the sentiment that she has gone off to do her own thing.
Of course the beginning reminds me of how hard it is to be a female. Of course I think young men have it hard these days as well. Image being everything (or seemingly everything).