"Spaces."
#1 of Poems (SFW)
This is a poem I ended up writing, Its about that would have happened if Rapunzel hadn't let her hair down to Flynn. But as with all poems the literal meaning is drastically different from the figurative one.
Enjoy!
"Spaces."
There's so much space between my prince and I.
Why did he have to leave?
Unable to look him in the eye.
Heart in hand, shouting from my sleeve.
"You must go to him!"
"I can't he's much too far."
"You must be with him!"
"I can't he's much too far."
I remember his tender voice, pleading from down there.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair"
Mother knew best. No.
I knew what was best.
This place is a musty cellar.
It's not a safe house, or a golden haven.
It's a prison, rough rocks, and the smell of cedar.
Mother doesn't know best.
I stare at the green glass window, covered in rain.
Would the spaces between my fingers ever be full again?
Most nights I lie awake, hoping mother would care.
Wishing I wasn't so stubborn, and had let down my hair.