Friday, May 26, 2017

"Prisoner in the Palace" by Holly Jo McClelland

What was it like?
Your life, of course
Constantly clamoring for attention
With everything you did

Was it an adventure?
Filled with heart-shattering moments
But not without a few pretty ones
To balance them out

You were the princess
Girls and women fought over your crown
Did you fall in love with the cameras?
Is that why you never hid?

Is that why you never backed down?

The world put you on a pedestal
Threw flowers when they greeted you and burst into song
But you were a prisoner in the palace
You were convinced you didn’t belong

Tell me everything about
Those whirlwind thirty days
What went down?
Was it even real?

Were the Mediterrean cruises
Dresses and yacht parties
Champagne and diamond rings
Really all that?

Or was it all for show?
Did you really love him?
Was it for the people?
Or was it your way to heal?

To give them something to look at?

The world put you on a pedestal
Threw flowers when they greeted you and burst into song
But you were a prisoner in the palace
So you found a place where you’d belong
Let’s talk about that night
That Paris soiree
Your last one here
Was it bliss?
Or was it misery?
Did it make you want to disappear?

The world put you on a pedestal
Threw flowers when they greeted you and burst into song
But you were a prisoner in the palace

Where, if at all, did you ever belong?

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