Category : Poems

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Maybe reading was made for her.
Maybe she was not meant
To be part of only a single story
But rather a bridge to all that print
Maybe she wasn't suppose to be 
The princess up in that castle
Or the princess deep deep in sleep
Neither was she the princess living in the forest
Nor the one that danced till midnight
Instead
She was to be a part of them all
She was the invisible voice
She was the one that gave life
She the creator
She the story-teller
She made them up 
To serve as dreams
She created her own solace.
To escape from a world that ate her raw
One that told her to stop
One that made her invisible
So, she decided to make her invisibility her weapon.
She saved herself
From a world that she knew
Only of torture and hate
To one
That she had the liberty to create
One full of
Fairies and pixies
Magic and fantasy
Dragons that guard
And handsome men, a bit dimwitted they might be.
She made her world
She saved herself
For this world was too cruel
That none heard her
Or saved her.