The Powerful Princess

Invited into her chamber,

The princess preens and struts,

Lauding her power and seeks affirmation of a beauty within,

But extolls her God given body instead.


Nervously, I sit,

Now listening intently,

For clues in the language she speaks,

Unknown to a 12 year old boy.


All is blank, but growing uncomfortable with each probe,

As the Princess struts now, with growing confidence,

And Menace enters the room.

Ever so quietly, growing larger with each new question.


Suddenly, I am called,

A silent, interior voice, to leave.


Excuses are made, and I escape her clutches. This time.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.