sterlingrose

A Hard Won Freedon


Unmake me from your image. Shatter the mold you of me you cast.
I have reinvented what you created, despite the angers of the past.
I will not carry your words and lies as my burdens any longer.
Because the blood I have bled in your name has made me much stronger.

Release me from your so called "for my own good" golden cage.
Deal with the fact that you have earned the regard of my justified rage.
Accept the years of lies and denial that I wore like a harlequin's mask.
Denying my own power and beauty, believing myself far short of the task.

Walk away now and keep your eyes turned firmly away from my glory.
This is my moment in the sun and there is no room for you in my new story.
I will pen these new words with firm, sure strokes and undeniable truth.
And in each tapestried page you will find my wise woman and broken youth.

This is my novel, written on the pages of my body with the blood I have shed.
It will return to dust one day, my words crumbling when I am dead.
But they are MY pages to do with as I please and so I will, with joy and mirth.
Until the day I am no more and my mortal shell and hard won pride return to the earth.