I'm a princess

cut from my past,

my battle a chaos

within the storm.

and the scars that

mark my body,

they're silver and gold.

I run for my life

but always look back

at the darkness chasing me.

when I try to think,

my thoughts gain control

and prepare for an attack.

everything is soaked in fear,

but the love won't make it right,

so I hide behind the noise

that no one else can hear.

but still my Hope has embers,

burning at the bottom of my soul;

it keeps my veins hot,

while my body returns to cold.

I refuse to stop chasing,

for my Hope is an infinite desire

that survives on nothing but life,

and will someday age

into a blazing fire.