A Castaway

A Castaway

By Rebecca Rosen

I put on my dress, silk laden and light

Feathery to the touch, smooth as butter on my skin

The jewels sparkled in the setting sun

So perfect and pure,

Heavens gifts and to my good fortune I have received them

Drops of galaxy from a faraway place

Somewhere up there

I find myself wondering, is it worth it?

I love my precious jewels yes of course I do

But do I love him? Do I really love him?

This is love, because it must be.

I sit there, the velvet seat cushion like a cloud underneath

So soft so inviting.  But is this what happiness is?

A party? A dress? Jewels?

I am not an instrument,

Available to be played whenever is needed or desired.

I am me, I am strong I am independent.

I am done with this life I assure myself through a drunken stupor

And yet I feel that pang of longing and sorrow

Is this love anyway?

The constant reminder you aren’t good enough.

A crown isn’t worth this

All the jewels in the world aren’t worth this

And so I watch slowly around me

As I become the center of attention

Strewn from my home as quickly as you could say

“Let me stay…” but I didn’t mean it all.

I am saved

I am happy

I am finally alone.