Thursday, June 23, 2011

To be called Royalty.
To see oneself as deserving
Utterly wretched
Yet, as wretched- forgotten
Worth something, anything
More than deserving
Born into a position of reverence
Given a rich destiny
Called Beloved
To wear glory as if it belonged to you
Above filth, above mocking
For a sinking heart and lowered eyes
To be raised up?
Invited to dance?
Requested to sit before The King?
A breath does not come
Vein's pulsing with emotion
Drained in gratefulness
To be Royalty.

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