Frail like a rabbit
with eyes like a deer,
A strange little habit
for a child, timid and queer.
A tiny nose stuck in books
and a mind that lived in those tales,
A child was hiding in small nooks
to find security for being so frail.
A skinny young girl
as voracious as a vulture
with hair in messy, thick curls
was obsessed with the fairy tale culture.
She lived her life through stories
found in the pages of her novels
while the others thought she was boring
and made forts and sculptures from bottles.
They couldn’t understand her,
but neither did they try.
No one ever even bothered,
and all she wanted to do was cry.
She was lonely and afraid,
trapped in a world all her own.
In that world, no one could save,
but she was safe from the evil that was shown.
Like the knights, they wielded swords,
but these took a different shape.
For their blades were made of words,
and they soiled her with their violent rape.
One day, the words ceased to have power,
because the girl made a wonderful find.
She found that she had no reason to cower
because at last she had found some of her kind.
The girl began to grow
and blooming like a blossom
The awkwardness she had shown
made her seem less solemn.
A young lady with a kind soul
and a gentle smile had taken
the child who believed in fairies and trolls,
and her true form had awakened.