Rapunzel's Rebirth

My mood is crappy today. So... I will just copy and paste a poem I wrote a while back...

RAPUNZEL'S REBIRTH

Slowly

The process began

As it emerged and I looked at the ground

I see splinters of what once was

Small shards of life no more, kicked around by another’s feet

Assured of knowledge, ignoring the truth

Mostly because I did not wish to see the evidence

This cascade of beauty, cut down

To birth myself into something new.

Never asked of me, yet I took it upon myself

To fit into a mold celebrated by few

I look forward as I cannot look behind

Unpleased with the remainder

This part of me, dead even as it was alive

Created for protection, turned into something of quality

A beauty mark on the lip of all women

But, there I was

Displeased.

Having to endure the walk, getting no reaction

Having to endure the wait

Having to endure the aftermath

Trading hats with a phantom named Ashley

Trying desperately for man to see

If only it had grown out of the air that now creeped

Blustery and cold, my neck exposed

Raw wind finding it’s way down my back

Ahh. But, to be cute.

Instead, it confounded me.

Was this not wanted?

Something screaming inside me

In an almost psychic quality

I knew only that I wished to please.

The question remains

Who?

Whom was I giving this gift to?

This lack of what I did not have to offer

The splinters now lying on the ground

No one took it but my own imaginings

Somehow this would make things better

It was rejected and hated

Just as was the roach climbing the cabinet door

I had pressed down and flopped the situation about

Trying to make it different than what it was

Trying to make it what it was not:

The change that needed to be.

Acceptance sets in

And the wait begins

Waiting for regeneration that only comes through death

Death is sometimes necessary

So that what once existed

Can exist again

And sometimes it does.

When it came back, it was seen on a whim

A bright morning, a quick thought

Time to try again

Tries that failed in the past

Fail to find their way to a clear recollection

Merely brief memories without a clear picture

Looking straight ahead again

As it is the only way we can see

Try again.

Flopping it around

What do I see?

A speck of an earlier time

My past looking like my future

With a new hue

A color that stands out to the eye and evokes one emotion:

Passion

Allowing a smile to emerge

I felt the want to share

Sometimes it can begin again

Expensive as the lesson was

I can find joy in saying

At least the cockroach lived.