Her Majesty

For years, Her Majesty relied only on herself,
walls built, guarded, unsure of who to trust.
This empire was built by her alone,
anyone wanting entry would have to adjust.

Chin up, head on straight, facing forward,
never once did she take a second to think
that it was acceptable to be vulnerable
or others held the answers she seeked.

From outside her wall, they seen her as strong,
someone who learned early on to never complain
afterall, life moves on, with or without you
even if in the end you're left completely drained.

A secret well kept, revealed only at night
is that she sulked in bed, dreading
having to don such a well-worn mask
and the direction her life was heading.

The eyes on her were none the wiser
but it became harder to not appear exhausted.
Oh, how she dreamt of a life
where she was allowed to be her softest.