Princess (Poem)

 I grew up being called a princess 
I was promised to the Prince of Peace before I ever opened my eyes
My Father was a King enthroned forever and lifted high 
I didn’t like being a princess
I preferred skinned knees over princess tiaras 
I'd take mud over tea parties any day 
I was a warrior 
I had to be strong
I was a little girl, full of hurt, and ready for war
I took all the hurt I had for the world and turned it inward
The scars on my thighs were the lashes upon His skin
I had fresh wounds from the fight
I didn’t care as I stood back up 
I had to be strong
I didn’t cry out in pain until I was alone
I was so sure I had to slay the “enormous red dragon” 
That it was my battle to fight and my struggle to win
I hurled my body at this serpent 
Sword and shield sent to the damned 
It was this beast against me, this night 
With a flick of its tail, I said a prayer 
I promise I put up a hell of a fight. 
He walks in, and the serpent disappears like it was never even there
He picks me up and holds me close 
He dusts off my skinned knees and places the tiara back on my head 
“Be still, my little warrior” 
“Be still, my Princess”