i feel myself defrosting

the rigid demeanor that had cursed me frigid

it begins where i pricked my finger

where fate was destined by a rose

where love was meant take my voice

there,

i froze.

what is a story without the passion

the lust

without the chivalrous prince

the dragon

the quest

the redemption

the push the pull

it’s all a must

but what if wisdom

the overarching mundane truth speaker

finds a way to have the story’s arc rust

to be twenty five and know all had an intrigue

but as the years go on it’s a damper

it’s depressing

hope dwindles

the truth rings

“this is becoming too real for me”

you see the ploy a mile away

you can predict how conversations go

the punchline

how you will be swooned or let down

what someone is going to say

there was a time to be a ahead of the curve

was rare

but now

my depth lost its magical flare

it’s too much for moments

too raw to share

even in your day to day

you must choose

do you want to rot away?

or sail the seas

escape with pirates

help combat tyranny

because i will not lose the wisdom i’ve gained

i will not lose me

but

i will

by living in a tower

afraid

to be free

magic woven into each new story

lesson to

learn is

magic

doesn’t stop at thirty

maybe what is real

creates what

i do best

living fully in what i feel

thawing out

i have much i have to see

different versions i have to be

i am defrosting

the rigid demeanor that had cursed me frigid

it begins where i pricked my finger

where fate was destined by a rose

where love was meant take my voice

there,

i kept it

and told myself

go