Caged Reflection . . .
Daddy's precious little Angel
The apple of his eye
She could do no wrong
He was always on her side. . .
Mother's fragile porcelain doll
Fashioned by her hand
The docile and obedient daughter
Always at her command . . .
The ever delicate sister
To be shielded from the world
She was never to speak her mind
For she was merely a girl . . .
Taught to be demure and shy
Always to be subservient and meek
Never to have her own opinion
Not raise her voice or even speak . . .
Her hand given in a loveless marriage
To a stranger to her heart and mind
She fulfills her duty obediently
While happiness she never finds. . .
Her husband takes her body
But he will never possess her heart
She shields the sadness from her eyes
But it is tearing her apart. . .
The finest silks adorn her body
This palace is naught but her cage
Put on display to be admired and honored
The demure smile belies her rage . . .
Her reflection is now a stranger
After several years of living a lie
Shackled and imprisoned in the name of duty
She longs to sprout wings and fly . . .
But knowing it would bring dishonor
She is resigned to this hand of fate
She secretly longs to be set free
From this gilded cage. . .
. . .but she knows it is already too late. . .
© E.A. Brown ~ 2007