The Emotional Orphan

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She,
someone, or
something
keeps her heart
locked away.
I would rescue her.
I’m just that self righteous.

Ha ! As if I can even
help myself.
Ride in, polished, armored
on my white charger.
And set her free
from that tower in her head.
I’d never get past the other Jacks or the King of Hearts.

She sits alone.
She is lost in thought
She sits alone.
Lying to herself and whoever listens
that it’s the way she wants it.
Have her thoughts lost her,
made a prisoner of her heart ?

I would not know. I never listen.
Heroic tales like Prince Charming, today,
come from towers of their own.
Like a projection room at a Drive In Theater.
She replays her own movie
with a plot that never includes the love she’s sought

Emptying many tins of film I know
I’m a projector with no clue how to start
She looks to be away from me
And from a blind date gone awry
She longs to feel the sidewalk under her feet
To escape Love, a dream, a fairytale, a whim
Unsure her heart in the tower, can even really beat.

Has she never felt a lovers’ gentle touch ?
Not even mine?
Heard the professions-protestations of undying Love?
No matter how many times ?
Outside the chained gates of the tower
she wants to spread her wings-to soar.
But she believes the wings too heavy-chains too short.

The Tower is leaning and she doesn’t realize
that a feather from those wings could make it tumble.

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