Pandoras Prisoner

Is there a shadow in there?
I cannot see from afar
Do I edge nearer?
Do I open the jar?
Battered and bruised as it maybe
It still shines brightly
Though smothered so its light hardly is seen
I have combated this darkness that threatens to extinguish her
I have struck a fire in the harsh snow
And hope the warmth will relinquish her
For only she can deal the final blow

You are a queen
Forced to serve as a peasant
You have been taught to accept the claustrophobic shackles of your oppressor and call it love
You have been made to forget that although they have blackened your wings with fear
Underneath it all you are a dove
You are The Queen of a world filled with loved ones
You are the light that helps so many others remember how to burn
You are the safe direction when there seems none to turn
We need you to escape the jar

Upon my final step to it
I extend my hands fingers trembling
The seconds before I free you seem never ending
As I peer in I see a shadow
And underneath it, you
I know better than to chase you
So I tilt the jar and extended my
And wait to see what a little hope can do.

DarkTower.