Lately
every time I give in
I am a wretch filled with piss and vinegar.
I don’t need a shot to numb the pain.
I prefer to feel the sword slicing through my armor.
I want the blood to fill my boots
see my limbs fall away from my frame.
I want to sail the savage world
taste the salt of tropical sandy coasts,
the wonder of a new adventure.
I want my mate to taste the spoils with me
unrestricted
free.
The castle walls are crumbling.
I am not magic.
I am not a bitch.
I am not a Princess.
The plan is to
slay the giant
rescue the prey
part with the ghosts.
Together we can reimagine the ruins and triumph.
I need your support, not your apology.
I need a partner, a fighter, most of all
I need a friend.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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