I am Rapunzel with my head out the window instead of hair
My tresses are smoke and mirrors wafting whichever way the wind blows
I speak to the stars and they wink at back me understanding the humor of my plight
I braid my thoughts together in this quiet space after abduction by my circumstance
I am Cassandra fated to live speaking truths that no one wants to hear
Imprisoned for a time in this tower of responsibility
Though ashes mark my brow there is still a hot ember or two left. They burn into my heart
I sit in sackcloth torn with sorrow as my reddened eyes gaze at the night.
Shadows comfort me
Outline of trees define my limitations against the moonlight
I wait for the comet to come shooting by.