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Will my Prince


"Rapunzel Rapunzel

Let down your hair"

He says this without the consideration of the tiny figure lifting the magnificent load

Her thin 80 pound frame can barely hold her head up high with pride

She lets the tide of hair

Wade out everywhere

She has no motivation to brush and brusrh her hair

She has no care to how tangled it gets so beware

When she throws down her hair

There will be locks and chains and way to stop you from helping and finding her

But he shall climb

Despite an armada of locks needing to be opened and chambers of hair locking him in

He still climbs

He wants to get to her

To let her know that despite the many challenges he face

He will make it

Despite climbing higher and higher with the risk of death

He WILL make it

He will never give up

Despite having the hairs slice his meaty palms

And tangles threatening to engulf him into darkness

He WILL climb

And then there is the moment

The moment what you realize you didn't even know you were working for arrives

That every slice in your hand

And tear in your eyes

Will evaporate

You will know

Because you will feel nothing but the other person's eyes gaze upon you like it was the very first time they've seen a new born baby

They want to hold it close in their arms and never let go

Making sure it has a wonderful rest of it's life

You will love it unconditionally

So that is why Rapunzel throws down her hair to whomever asks

Because you never know who is going to be there next

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