"STANDING MY GROUND" in "RESTLESS: POETICALLY-SPEAKING"

My personal fortress has been ruined. I think that's what happened. I've pushed aside those dark thoughts and feelings, pretending they all died within.

My isolated castle now sounds more like a legend forgotten. Is it really gone? Has it actually been non-existent? Has it always been a figment of my imagination?

I am out in the open, unarmed and unprepared. Where is my weapon? Is it weakness to feel scared?

Should I rebuild these walls, even after all have turned to rubble? Do I need to crawl, if I ever sense any more trouble?

What do I do without any proper shield? How will I survive in this new battlefield? For too long, I have banished the possibility of a prince charming. A knight in shining armour sounds as lovely as a mere illusion.

Perhaps not every girl is meant to be a princess. I despise even the thought of becoming a damsel-in-distress. Very well, then. Let's see how far I can go just to be the last to stand...

No one's coming to my rescue. No problem, for I'm still going to be around. This is the only I can do, because I have to stand my ground.

R.

(Jakarta, 16/3/2014 - 12:00 pm)