She knew she was not
A damsel in distress.
She had been dropped
Too many times
To believe that might ever
Exist for her.
Too many breaks
Too many cracks.
She did not need rescuing,
She didn't expect it.
Whatever had to be done
She could do
Alone.
There was no
Resentment
Or anger
At the realization
Or continuing thoughts.
Just an
Acceptance.
It made sense to her,
She understood it.
So, she sucked it up
And she kept going.
Finding rest and solace
Where she could.
Pushing forward...
Keeping it together...
Hiding...
Maybe it would get better.
Someday.
She was not a damsel,
Though she was in distress.
The fairy tale
Had long since ended,
She knew no rescue
Was coming her way.
She knew the
Dreams of being
Swept off her feet
And held closely
Like a treasure
Were not meant
For her.
There was a time
She thought they were.
But it always faded,
And she ended up alone.
She was not a damsel,
She was a rescuer.
And the time had come
For her to rescue herself.
