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Entry #58
The tower stands in the center of the forest
like an old soldier, tall and proud, yet crooked and hunched over. He wears a
long coat of thick ivy that crawls all the way up to a single window that
overlooks the dark forest. This is where I have been trapped and forgotten all
these years. I am the prisoner of the old soldier. I am safe here. It is for my
own good that I stay locked up; at least that is what the old soldier tells me.
Somehow I find it hard to believe him.
All I can do is wait, but for what I do not
know. To be rescued, I suppose. As I sit here, singing lullabies and brushing through
my wild mass of hair again and again, I wait. I imagine a young, handsome
prince with dark eyes, like one from the books and stories I have read. He
would slay the old soldier and take me away from the forest, back to his
kingdom, where we would live happily together forevermore.
I imagine what it would be like to be free. I
imagine the feeling of prickly grass between my bare toes. I imagine how blue
the sky must look contrasted against a web of tree branches above me. I imagine
running as fast as I can. I have never run before. I imagine these things until
my heart grows so heavy with longing that I feel as if I could leap from the
very top of this tower if it were my only choice of escape, but there is no
escape for me.
The old soldier is strong and diligent in
keeping his guard. He will not give me
up without a fight. But it does not matter anymore. I have realized now that no
prince is coming for me. And I am growing tired of waiting.
Because I feel like Rapunzel sometimes.
8 comments
Sorry that this isn't very profound, but:
ReplyDeleteWoah.
Might not be profound, but it made me smile :) Thank you, dear.
DeleteGirrrrrl didja have to stop there? Don't leave me hanging! :p Seriously though, this is really good and I'm dying to know how the story ends...
ReplyDeleteHaha sorry, I guess if I ever continue it I'll be sure to let you read the rest!
DeleteThat was so pretty! You have a great way with words, Hannah.
ReplyDeleteAwww thank you Elizabeth! ^.^
DeleteRepunzel is a great way to express isolation as a woman. Love the creativity in your posts :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Meg! :)
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