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The Princess Or The Swan


Blue
 
Blue or green
 
Am I upon the sky or the sea
 
Waking in another world
 
In a body not familiar to me
 
 
She never quite learned to swim
 
That girl I was
 
The swan I am
 
Drifting away from land
 
Will it be days or years
 
For a prince to take my hand
 
 
But though I face a shorter life 
 
And opportunities lesser still 
 
I cannot completely reconcile
 
This peacefulness I feel
 
 
Have you ever sat upon a lake
 
For hours at a time
 
Watching the sunrise take the water 
 
And the tides recede and rise
 
There is a life to be made
 
From feathers mud and fish
 
And I'm not completely certain
 
If that witch intended this
 
 
Perhaps she heard 
 
That night I cried myself to sleep
 
I told my parents I would die
 
When the farmers son came for me
 
But if I was a swan
 
No 
 
A bird would not be a prize
 
And I'd rather be a bird any day
 
Than a prize in someone's eyes
 
 
I can say for seasons passed so far
 
I have watched many come and go
 
And never once have I felt the urge
 
To let a prince approach 
 
And the gift I was given
 
When the life I knew was gone
 
Was the power to choose
 
To be the princess or the swan
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Golden Apple
<p>Great poem. I love the ending.</p>

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