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eda-thoughts-digest     Thursday, January 18 2001     Volume 04 : Number 007




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  ET: let down my hair                                    [RJonthego@aol.com]

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Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 17:15:34 EST
From: RJonthego@aol.com
Subject: ET: let down my hair

completely leaving
the walls and this tower
has it's appeal.
flying down a ladder of rope
landing with a soft thump,
or would a prince be there to catch me?
i've never let anyone else
play with my hair
i've always had a tender head
and i've never found anyone gentle enough.
but what if when i jumped
he had strong arms?
and what if he would always be there
to sleep beside me,
companionship i've never had
alone in my bed for 16 years.
i could creep silently around my room,
hoping not to wake the witch
writing poetry by moonlight
and wondering what the love i wrote of was.
i am the first, the guinea pig
the experiment.
what will she do when i'm gone?
and will i ever leave?
maybe she's right, maybe i should stay inside
where i know it's safe
where i have my books, and my poems
and my dreams
of a happy family.
memories of a childhood
before they started climbing over walls in the dead of the night.
and now my mother is sick
and my father is tired
and i feel like i've never known them.
there's just the witch to keep me company,
and the prospect of a prince outside my window.
and all of these pull me
in directions, to roads i've never even seen
which way am i supposed to go?
i wish they would let go
of this hold on my hair
because my scalp is sore, and i have tears in my eyes.
sixteen and no idea
how to choose
which path to follow.
i've read the fairy tales, and i know of the wolves
but what of prince charmings
and witches 
and
the baker and his wife?
and my craving for addicting lettuce,
that seems to be hereditary.
we all need something, it seems
but sixteen years isn't long enough
to decide what will be my fix.
all i have is a fierce desire
to crawl from the tower and land -on my feet-
discovering the world
on my own terms.
because i don't think i'm the only
rapunzel
out there.

**
roya

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