At Court


I am not a Princess

I am the Queen of all my days

and the King of all the time that is left

for I do not bow to Fools

or laugh at the Jester who impedes my way

I walk this day as one walks in grass


sunken feet into the dirt

green shards between my toes

and I know that I am home

Sand & Glass


It is not alright

that you are not okay

and when you cry you create oceans

that break against your face

The sound of the sea

surrounds your feet

and you worry about sinking

beneath all you can be

For you always saw

the glass in the sand

the potential to mould

and the will to bend

But it is not okay

that you bend for those

who threw you a stone

when you asked for a rose