I believed it to be
a crowning achievement
a glorious birth into the world
where all was possible
fear unknown
the images cast for me to see
were beautiful
all that I had ever dreamed
only to have them yanked from me
my eyes bound into darkness
my heart and soul
chained to this castle of loneliness
for all of time
until some man
some warrior who desired my hand
broke through the gate
to set free
all that lay within me
but alas
it does not seem
that savior exists
so shall it be
that a hundred years sleep
be set upon me
until he who would have me
came to save me
from my despair

© Johanna Fugitt 2017