The Frog Princess
After the explosion I liked it in the dark.
I liked the drip and plop and the river smell
you get from being down a well.
I didn’t call out.
Alone, I was content.
I felt I deserved my punishment.
The dark was my shield
I would lie under it and stare
feeling my safety in despair.
I heard you sing
of an end to pain,
how I might be beautiful and useful again.
You dropped a rope and told me not to worry. I
f I would let you, you would pull me up
but there was no hurry.
I did not believe a word you said but that was a start.
I began to feel around in the mud
for the pieces of my broken heart.