I sit like a Queen on her throne
in this mess of my own making and I see
the deceptive, soul-stealing path
I chose along the way.
I look around and accept my part
in the drama, the grief and the
blinding, mind-numbing acceleration
of a decaying soul
and I have no choice but to see the sorrow
in this victory of a pretend life.
But I am not finished,
I will not fall on my sword in shame,
I will not let my circumstances bury me.
I will rise lift my sword with both hands,
and fight my way free.