Rapunzel
I sit in my tower
Fists bleeding from
Beating the walls
Voice hoarse from
Crying out in anger
Now I am reduced to this
Waiting, for another
Who will rescue me
Can I not rescue myself?
I must sit in this chair
And brush my hair
And wait for a prince
Riding a white steed
And never ride away myself
Then will I go from
This captivity to that and
Perhaps here is where
I would rather stay than
Give up for a prison more profound
