After all these years, you finally obtained what you were searching for.
The firstborn child of parents to be.
Thinking the child would be safer in your hands rather than theirs.
Out of all the creatures of the deep, sky, and land, that no matter the intent of the magic, it always comes with a price.
When you got me, you got more than what you bargained for.
No matter what potion or spell you conjured up, it never worked on what was ailing me.
Desperate to have me cured, you ultimately came to your wit's end.
Locking me up in a tower, in hopes to be never heard from again.
During that time of isolation from you and the world, I was seeing parts of me that were being ignored.
The very parts of me that needed a voice that would stop the senseless abuse and trauma.
Yet, I was also thinking of ways to say what is needed to be said without being chastized, condemned, or cursed.
I turned into a person no one expected me to become.
Having walked through countless flames that were set at my feet.
Unknowingly proving that defeat was not an option.
The expectation of having my life controlled wasn't yours to decide.
Making myself a force to be reckoned with.
Unseen wounds that bled out of relentless pain and agony.
Wanting me to break, yet only came out stronger than before.
Rumplestiltskin,
Next time you bite off more than you can chew,
Consider the consequences before you get burnt.
About the Creator
Joy Ergang
Avid poet and writer.
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