Some problems I can't fix

Tue, 06/13/2017 - 17:52 -- Emmy

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Some problems I can't fix

To sit in a room

Spinning the straws of my life into golden words

I need no Rumpelstiltskin to save me; I know how to spin straw into gold

Alone in the woods

Hiding from the gaze of a jealous girl

I don’t need dwarves; I can make my own house

Alone in the tower

Combing out my blonde hair

Why wait for a prince; I already know how to escape

I know how to escape most fairy tale dellimas

I’ve faced it before

Yet when dreaming of a land above the sea

I’m trapped;

 I can’t turn these fins into feet.

This poem is about: 
Me

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