Something I wrote today while waiting for Isaiah's class to get out...
Once so pristine, not one ding or chip to be seen anywhere
Made of the purest gold I walked tall and I walked bold
As it sat perfectly atop my head
But not today
today it is broken with
Smudges on the surface
It is bent and leans to one side
Even a good shine could not hide
The fatal flaw
And so I am left with a choice
Do I go on wearing it and live in denile
Protesting all the while anyone who dares to say it has lost it's royal glory
Do I try to bargain, hoping that my purse holds enough half-truths and empty vanities to purchase another
No, neither is enough
For if I choose the first, I will lose my thirst for life, wearied by the energy spent on trying to make the square fit into the circle
If it is the second I choose, I still will lose for there is no guarantee that the replacement will not fall prey to the same fate as it's predecessor
So....what to do
Ah...yes....now I see
A better choice, a number three
Leave my head bare and learn to love having nothing there
to pull, tug, rub on the skin
Nothing to weigh me down
Yes, I'll be light as a feather
When I am brave enough to weather
the rest of my life without a crown
