Prisoner Princess

Prisoner Princess

In the isolation tower she was bound to live

Her bedroom door barred with slow-witted steel

Her bed was made from needles of blame; constantly reminding her to be ashamed

The dumb society did not want her in their land

She was under their incessant attacks

Their hideous minds saw her as a threat 

She was diagnosed with 'corruptive' plague

Their heart of stone did not believe in her

Even so called friends did not stand up for her

She was the chosen scapegoat, the one to blame for every wrong affair

The crucifix of ‘death before dishonour’ was erected before her eyes

They were ready to banish her precious life

As she watched the crowd from the narrow window in her room

She decided against their silly games and cruel rules

Around her waist she wrapped the sheets wet with tears

The sheets were as long as the length of one hundred years 

Climbing down was not an easy task

They shouted and threw rocks, the symbol of their self-perceived perfection

Regardless her bleeding wounds, she descended to the ground 

Wearing nothing but a dirty gown

She run to a faraway land, there lived those who could see her pure heart

The ugly gown was removed from her and they dressed her in white silk dress

Her broken heart they medicated with healing herbs

Her long hair they washed in the pool of unconditional love

She is now where she rightfully belongs.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Her broken heart they medicated with healing herbs
Her long hair they washed in the pool of unconditional love
She is now where she rightfully belongs."
I like the positive ending to the amazing tale in the poem. Prison are hard to escape from. The description was very good. You create a place of broken heart and dreams. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ambra Celeste]

Yep prison is not only behind bars. Thanks for reviewing. :)