Crystal Princess

I.

Who am i who i am
inside my father's house
inside this bubble of arrested time
where fresh air is forbidden
where sadness and madness are not allowed
where my name means princess
and princess means never sad
or mad or especially not bad

II.

Who am i who i am
inside my father's house
inside my father's imagination
an imagination defined
and limited by care and fear
for a rose of crystalline and fragile beauty
but what if he forgets me and i
should disappear into dust or shattered glass

III.

Who am i who i am
inside a bursting bubble
that can no longer be contained
or defined by my father's mind
the rose is ready to bloom
and there is such an aching
in all its petals an aching so real that
my father dare not imagine

IV.

Who am i who i am
no longer a princess in a bubble
the bubble is inside me... surfacing
its yearning can no longer be contained
its energy is way down pure heat
its taste bitter-sweet
as it rises up into my throat
it will scream at any moment

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