Being Strong, a Matriarch, a Queen, is not a choice 
one makes for herself 
It is inherited, passed down, forced upon 
I would take off this crown glued to my head
burn it in the fires of Mount Doom
from whence it came
so that I could live freely 
But the choice is not mine to make 
The Curse made it for me, and the Curse shall 
forever keep it on me
Lest I find my Soulmate, and we walk Together in unbreakable, loving trust ...


Who am I, underneath this cape of "glory"
This cloak that hides my true self 
I'll tell You, my love, my best friend
I am tired 
worn out 
bleeding through the bane of a thousand cuts 
screaming at the bottom of my darkness
in a bottomless pit 
a prison without parole
Tormented 
Chained to the wall 
Starved of everything I need to live, 
to breath 
to smile ...