A year and a day
Plus a few hours
Plus or minus
If you may
The princess found herself looking at four walls
One stone room among many great halls
She had her head in her hands
On this Tuesday evening
Work was good
Her daughter was perfect
So why was she grieving
It could be
The fact she had moved back home
For the last year
Maybe it was
The size clothes
That she now wears
Maybe it was
That she had no time
To fix her hair
“Am I sexy?
Am I beautiful?
Does anybody care?”
Even that man
Who provided the ending
She should have seen
He played his role
Foreshadowed in every scene
That bastard
She would kill him
If she sees him
But now
It wouldn’t hurt
If even he
Was here
She takes her hands from her eyes
Sighs
Looking in the mirror
Wondering why
It was so hard
To start over
Her life
Was it over
What was she supposed to live for
What was she in need of
Was it closure
Did she need a light in her life
Someone
To heighten the exposure
Should she take a chance
The other day
She found a clover
At this bar
But now
That she was sober
She realised it wasn’t the light she needed
It was a dream
Influenced
By sun beams sneaking in
Through cracks in her secluded enclosure
Who
Would want a child
With a woman
And after that
The loneliness trapped her
Thinking back
To days of rebellion
Maybe
She should have taken that offer
Gone abroad
Become a soldier
But those were days
When a princess was a princess
Not a mother
She didn’t want
To return to those days either
They weren’t much different
That feeling
Of being caught in a ivory tower
To have everything
But being unable to enjoy or escape
Due to circumstance
Even the rebel in her had to wonder
Is it over