Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I was a damsel in distress,
dressed in a knight’s shining armor.
I fought my own battles and carried a sword behind my skirt.
I said I didn’t need someone to rescue me.
Now the armor has become too heavy
Or maybe I’ve become weak.
It could be that somewhere deep down inside,
Beyond the layers of walls,
There is a princess trapped in this dungeon,
Waiting to be rescued…