She whispered in her 6 years old daughter’s ear the secret to having an eternal life...
The key to the realms of kings and queens and dreams, she passed on to the little girl and taught her to strive.
She taught her daughter to be fierce and bold. She told her stories of princesses locked in towers of gold.
She told her not to be like them...she taught her to play the survival game.
She taught her to be the Queen... no, she taught her to be the King! The ruler who is just and kind. She wanted her daughter to be the benevolent bride who rules with her consort by her side.
She taught her to count the stars and to conspire against them. She taught her to fly into the infinite blue of the sky and to dive into the depths of the vast oceans where reaches no light. She taught her that happiness was in her own heart and that she should love with her entire being. The examples she set were high, or so the girl thought.
She gave a little girl big dreams. Dreams that she saw with open eyes. Dreams she dreamt to live up to. Dreams that defined her life.
It was years later when she was rebuked by her mother for having independent thought, she realised that the curse was gifted to her by her own mother. And, a battle within her was being fought.
The battle against words whispered long ago in her ear... words she never forgot... words she held dear.
She was not supposed to reach for the stars nor rule hearts or be fierce.
She was taught, yes... and she became...
She was true to her dreams all the same.
But she broke into pieces when she heard her mother say... words that in her ears echo to this very day...
She was told that she was a blight to her mother’s name.
If anything at all, if she would cease to be, to her mother, it would be all the same.
She was gifted the curse of independent thought.
The key to the realms of kings and queens and dreams, she passed on to the little girl and taught her to strive.
She taught her daughter to be fierce and bold. She told her stories of princesses locked in towers of gold.
She told her not to be like them...she taught her to play the survival game.
She taught her to be the Queen... no, she taught her to be the King! The ruler who is just and kind. She wanted her daughter to be the benevolent bride who rules with her consort by her side.
She taught her to count the stars and to conspire against them. She taught her to fly into the infinite blue of the sky and to dive into the depths of the vast oceans where reaches no light. She taught her that happiness was in her own heart and that she should love with her entire being. The examples she set were high, or so the girl thought.
She gave a little girl big dreams. Dreams that she saw with open eyes. Dreams she dreamt to live up to. Dreams that defined her life.
It was years later when she was rebuked by her mother for having independent thought, she realised that the curse was gifted to her by her own mother. And, a battle within her was being fought.
The battle against words whispered long ago in her ear... words she never forgot... words she held dear.
She was not supposed to reach for the stars nor rule hearts or be fierce.
She was taught, yes... and she became...
She was true to her dreams all the same.
But she broke into pieces when she heard her mother say... words that in her ears echo to this very day...
She was told that she was a blight to her mother’s name.
If anything at all, if she would cease to be, to her mother, it would be all the same.
She was gifted the curse of independent thought.
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