Falling Tragedian
Fall, fall, and fall again.
You want me to fall and break my bones.
All while I bleed and play your middleman.
Sticks and stones don't hurt my bones.
Darling, you're just a fool.
You think I'm as weak as before?
One, you're not cool, and two, I'm not a tool!
Who knew your weapons made me stronger?
Only your worst nightmare knew.
My pride will always shield your stab wounds.
This beautiful world of mine is bright, not blue.
I'll never welcome you to it.
I'm not going re-live the past.
Perhaps I was a little girl,
nonetheless, our history has passed.
That little girl has grown up now.
You can't remove that from me!
Haven't you grasped what you've done?
From a fragile princess to a wise queen -
this war has been settled, my old friend.
Fall, fall, and fall again.
I'll continue to fall, but not for you.
It's the way I can rise as a tragedian.
Thank you for the tragedy, it is my art.
Written On: July 3rd, 2017
Contest: SUMMER SOLSTICE PREMIERE CONTEST any form,any theme, max of 25 lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2017
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