You can break me.
Pulverise who you think I am.
Dance over my life like a Shirley Temple
On a magic mushroom mystery ride.
Push me down, oh yes, please,
Make my knees bleed, mark them
With the pebbles and glass
Of your shattered soul.
Tie me down. Go ahead. Try.
I will fight you back.
I will kick and scream and scheme
My getaway. I will grow wings
And soar high, far from you,
Your lies, your hate, the
Cold fear that turned your heart
Into the icy cave where
Your humanity hibernates.
I shall escape.
Again and again.
And when you catch me -if
You do catch me, with their help,
I will not be meek or frighten.
I will not shrink or recede from your
Fist, but punch back. Hard.
Your words mean nothing.
I can drink your venom like a fine wine.
My bones heal, my skin sports
The scars with pride.
You are not my master,
My lord, my ruler.
You are my monster,
And I will unbound myself from
Your dominion, from the falsehood
You have spread like an oil spill
On the sea.
I will die or be free.
But I shall not step back,
Diminish myself, let you
Return to my head to twist
The kingdom of my mind,
Eroded to deserts and ruins,
Destroyed to a lonely tower
Where the me who loved you
Cried, wondering why,
What did she do, what was her crime?
I have become her champion
And slayed the dragon you posted
At her door. And she cries for you
No more. So you can stand there.
Be the boulder in my path.
And you will see me battle, with
Every atom of who I truly am.
Or you can let me go, so we both
Start anew, with our welts and
Our guilt, released from this prison
Of desolate violence; delivered from hell
To finally be. It is up to you.
Awake the sleeper in the frozen
wasteland inside of your chest.
Or wrestle with my desperate hopelessness.
For I am taking on your challenge. Come what may.
Today, tomorrow, until the last day.
Until the last breath.
Until I die or win.
Until the princess in distress within
Takes her rightful crown and become
The authentic regent of myself.