Not the One

Winding staircase

standing at the top

spine straight

head held high

beauty reigns.

Breath held

attention captured

a sudden silent hush.

Confidence

exuded

beauty

power

belief….

in self

in worth

in love.

I stand

all eyes upon me

ready

finally to meet

The Queen I am to be.

No longer…..

never again

will I crawl

’round the base of a throne

looking for a King

for anyone to fill the void.

I stand

secure

within the knowledge

of my desires

and what I finally can admit.

I deserve happiness.

I deserve to be desired.

I deserve a great love.

I deserve to have eyes that shine for me alone

arms to stave off the nightmares

a man who will see the greatness within 

help me to achieve 

the dreams I have.

I deserve to be adored by my one and only.

Glide down the staircase

glimpse of slender leg

eyes flit here

there

scanning the crowd

searching.

Pardon…..

should you find me frosty

it only means

you are not the one.

©Dec. 7/19

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