I didn’t want to go
But my home is not a home
I snuck out at night
I’m tired of the fight
I was supposed to be the Princess
The twinkle in his eye
The sacred jewel he always wanted
Now I have to run or I’ll die
She couldn’t help me
She tried once before
The same eyes we shared
Was darkened once more
It was time for me to leave
I can make my own way
It was time for me to be
Anywhere would be better than to stay
I should be scared
Going into the unknown
I was trained in battle
Inside my own home
It’s hard for me to cry
My tears are dried in it’s ducts
I wanted to say goodbye
I could not press my luck
I found a feather
As white as can be
My mother believed in angels
Her little Angel is finally free
Love this. The emotion pours out Fia. A somber & lovely poem. XOXXO
Thank you. I appreciate you reading this and commenting, My friend.