Damsel in Formation
A crooked wish depicting
fantasy that will never exist.
She once believed in fairytales.
Barely lucid through life's decisions,
She became incapable of
Granting yet another favor
Never forgetting her Man-
A cure to all her frustrations
Grasping for a foot hold
from a failed trust fall.
She became a
Lady in distress,
Damsel in formation
Trapped in a faux reality
She bids her time for a noteworthy event
Waiting aimlessly to be rescued.
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