Damsel in Distress
I didn’t want to subscribe to the circular myth
The one that says that you need someone
If you ever want to be at your best
I’ll always refuse to be that one
Fighting against, just a “damsel in distress”
I had made a home of the foggy bliss
Accepting the lost and the dazed
Thought it was the only way
I never considered the alternate
Unaware that I needed saved
You are my loyal knight
Standing proud against all fears
I bestow every honor
To reward your great might
You stand where none would wander
I always claimed stong and independent
But my energy was on a stipend
For the guise I would pay the price
Nobody would dare say otherwise
I would not be their damsel in distress
I would not be their little pet
I thought I had reached happy’s limit
Dismayed that I was at the finish
But your sweet smile made me awaken
Your impassioned movements
Sought after and claimed my attention
Brought to life by your peaceful kiss
I was unaware that I needed saved
Until you showed me what it was like to be claimed
Until you went and set my heart aflame
The airy fancies labeling me as “damsel in distress”
Yet, I feel strong. I am your princess.
Sleep tight!
Ashley Kirtman 