The Frog Princess

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.