She was beautiful
Perfect golden curls cascading down her back
Silver tiara perfectly centered atop her head
A perfect silver gown with matching diamond jewelry
Perfect, perfect, perfect
She hated that word
She hated it almost as much as she hated how much she actually cared
Not because of the constant pressure
Not because of of the constant lessons of learning to be better, all while wondering why she's never fine just the way she is
Because she knows
Fine, isn't perfect
Not because of the hours of time her maids spend getting her to look not her best, but the best
Because she knows
Her eyes are like her favorite type of weather
Cloudy
Not the dark rain clouds, but the bright clouds
The clouds that are as bright as they can be, trying so hard to be the bright, beautiful sun, but fail every time
The clouds that aren't rainy, because they are not aloud to cry
They're only aloud to try harder because giving up is not an option
Her eyes are what everyone calls her biggest flaw
The cloudy grey eyes trying to be the brilliant blue of a sunny day's sky
But, in the end, they still and always will be, grey
She loves her eyes
She likes them the most
Today is one of those days
The bright clouds cover the sky, dropping the temperature
She sneaks to the roof of the tallest building in the castle grounds
She looks out to the forrest, away From the people who she was supposed to love, even though they clearly would hate her no matter what she did
Because she was not perfect
You know, the sky is the only thing that's truly free
She smiled softly, closing her eyes as the wind blew in her face
Not gentle and graceful like everyone expected, like everyone demanded
It was wild, whipping through her hair, roaring in her ear, comforting, yet encouraging her at the same time
She wishes she could fly
Not to leave and fly as far away as possible, oh no
She wasn't that stupid
She knew no matter where she went, nothing would change
Except for one place
She reached up, letting her hair down for the wind to whip around and tangle
She loved it
She took off her shoes and jewelry, throwing her crown as far as possible
She wouldn't need jewels where she was going
You see, she wanted to fly just so she could simply enjoy these cloudy days
So she could for once in her life feel free
She took eight steps back, before she took off running
Her feet skimmed the ground, faster, faster, faster! The freedom was so close! she could almost reach it, almost taste it
She launched over the edge,
and she flew
Just for a moment, just for a split second, she flew
And she felt it, oh god, she felt it
The chains and weights disappeared and all that was left was an overbearing freedom
never before had she ever felt such an incredible sense of happiness and weightlessness
Then she smiled
And she fell
And she smiled the whole way down, because she knew heaven was in the sky
And that was her destination
Because you know, the sky is the only thing that's truly free
YOU ARE READING
The Cloudy Princess
PoetryThe story of a princess who wished to fly. Rated PG 13 for suicide
