Undiscovered Princess
she sits on the windowsill
high above the world below.
she was like a goddess,
staring as events she could never participate in
happened all around her.
she waited for her prince
to finally come around.
she did not know what he looked like
what he talked like, what he liked, what he hated.
she knew nothing about him yet she waited.
her long hair cascaded down her back,
down to her thin waist. it was bronze.
gold in sunlight.
she was smiling, continuing to smile,
it was sunshine. she was the sun.
she looks down, hoping to see her prince,
she saw no one.
but she waited. she was always patiently waiting.
its been months. long. gruesome. terrifying months.
she still sat on the windowsill, high above the world.
she still waited for what seemed like an eternity.
she waited for her wish of her prince to come true.
she became old and wrinkled, the sun had faltered.
the sun had shriveled up.
her not-so-beautiful bronze locks fell off in chunks and clunks
yet she still waited, although she no longer knew why.
even while her spirit faltered, her smile never did.
more months passed. months with doubt and tears.
tears and fears. absolute sadness.
every strand of hair has fallen. her head became a light bulb.
bald, shiny, smooth. her sickness has taken over her.
her strength has vanished. she has been weakened.
she gave up on the prince whom was supposed to save her,
he never came. he remained anonymous.
she stood and walked away from the window
with the bit of strength she managed to keep,
despite her sorrow.
she passed a mirror, shiny, bright. reflections.
she walked back. she stared. she stared and stared
until she could no more.
she smiled. a full blown-out smile.
a smile that could stop billions in their tracks.
a smile that held endless possibilities
and held all the world’s secrets.
because she finally realized something,
she didn't need a prince, for she was a princess.
a princess without a prince.
and she was okay with that.
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