Princess and P for Poet

Princess and a P for Poet 

There was once a princess and a P. But

her job wasn’t to sleep the night away

complaining of her sensitivity.

She gave herself to ruptures come from Cuts

into her flesh to break the bonds were made

for her specifically. It wasn’t HATE.

Emotions are so easy to contain.

But it was a literal way to HOPE.

A new emergence from within her own:

Harm no one. Harm none. Become a Poet.

With the blade of memory and the hand

of carpenters, Cut into the Fibers.

  

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.