The Day My Ego Collapsed
Ego held me, captivated by his good looks,
a sculpted figure that only comes from princes of story books.
Everyday I'd sit and beseech the knowing, wise eyes
of the future, yearning for him to retrieve me from glancing up at skies
I'd never attempted to reach before,
only absorbing the letters of praise he'd send, longing for more,
to elaborate on my looks, manner, and deeds
into an empty heart these comments were received.
The days retreated; I yearned to move beyond my stagnant state,
as others chose to participate
in a place called Life; I hadn't vacationed there
but chose to wait for Ego, or should I dare
to move beyond where he had instructed...
yet he has warned me of sorrows to come if wishes are conducted.
My mail hadn't arrived for countless days,
as I grew restless, I began to say,
"Save me from this torture of endless bore-
I wish to go beyond the thought of Life that I've been hoping for."
Into the castle a lady entered, appeared bewitched-
coiled in her fingers were the letters I had missed.
"It is time," she announced, as her free hand grasped my wrist,
upon her breast 'Reason' was pinned, as we began to twist
away from the shattered remains of my glass castle
as her hair hung before me, in ebony tassels
until a blinding light pierced my eye,
I tried to free myself from her, shouting goodbye,
but tears of relief I began to cry...
there stood my lover, my adored, the prince!
One I'd been waiting for, in times such as this.
Yet the woman pulled me to the face of chiseled marble, with glee
my lips commenced to kiss him, yet no kiss returned to me...
his mouth, frigid, like the mute,
as his figure remained resolute.
I caressed the shoulders, yet the were of stone,
created by an artist who I despised to the bone.
Reason paused to hand me the letters; I glanced miserably,
discovering the very words had been penned by me.
I tackled Ego's chest
as it shattered onto wood crest.
Drowned in tears, I glanced up to find
though my eyes seemed blinded, in a bind...
Reason wasn't alone, I thought it was a pun,
yet this companion seemed to carry the sun,
reaching down with glowing arms to take me in
and help me soar into horizons of Life, where I'd never been.
Thanks to Reason I'd met Light, seeing through the sin
of vanity, and infectious pride,
due to the collapse of Ego, I remain an unwed bride
to Love, whom I still haven't met,
yet unto Life I remain a pawn, until the end, I am set.
Copyright © Megan Kibler | Year Posted 2010
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