Concrete Rapunzel - August 22, 2010

Oh, my concrete ivory tower –
Encase me, defend me from external pain.
Stay strong, do not falter –
Do not sway to this internal chaos,
Show not the cracks in my facial canvas,
Painted so carefully each morning,
With feigned content.

Sanded down to fit precisely,
My glass smile glitters in the limelight –
Bright enough to blind and hide –
Hide the pain behind my eyes.
So alone,
but wanting one to call my own.
But play my part,
Center stage, recite my lines –
Act it well enough,
And no one will question,
No one will suspect me of my facade.

And once my Prince Charming - he came.
But when my golden lockes tumbled down,
they brushed against my glass smile,
tearing, and ripping, and shredding.
And my Prince Charming - he fell.
But when he landed, his bones they spoke,
cracking, and breaking, and shattering.

So alone I remain –
Devouring my solitude.
Ravenous for the closed walls
of my chamber.
Here I shall perish,
Locked away in my tower.
Not deserving rescue.
Content to mortar the ivory bricks
Into tightly woven tiers of security.

-Chelsea B