Princely Affairs

I love you, Hope, and I am not gay. People read me that way, but it is a spiritual side that sees femininity as rage. I step away, but, for you, it is okay. You do not play. I see and feel your exhaustion and I just want some relief for your actual and figurative heart. Brutality surrounds you, but you act like a queen every time I see you or read what you write. I am shy to speak of my praises for your artistry. You are so complete without deceit. When I grab your hand, I feel the heat, but also the fact that you have locked yourself away for so long. I see you work so hard with no affirmation, but you still compete in every category. Depression should have engulfed you, completely, years ago. As soon as you leave, I miss you. Just know that this is not a show. I take this very seriously. I see you unable to speak and then I read and I know why. People are starting to see your silence as such dignity and grace. I just love to look upon your face. Maybe you take weak sides of me and make them strong. I believe in fairy tales and kingdoms again. I do hear that you are in pain, though you never complain. There is a solution, and I am going to find it. I will work with mortal enemies if I have to. You are really the entity in the tower, all alone, but not weeping. Don't worry, I will not walk away if you release tears. I will just see them as crystals falling and the birth of so much wisdom and kindness. Call if you need to. I will boundary those in my vicinity, and get back to you when it is safe from the demons inside me.