By Emily Korth
No longer weighed down
The bridge has been crossed
Lead back from nowhere but lost
Driven far away from this egocentric town.
The smudged ink lingers more than just a noun
Proven to live undefeated eliminating the cost
As the crinkled messages have become tossed
The princess still dances in her gown
For she now sees herself in the reflection
As the demons that dwelled inside have been slain
Solution by the moving as she sways.
Life has overcome the rejection
As the drooping petals have not lain
For she, the rose, will not wilt in such a way.