The Slumber Of Sleeping Beauty Poem by Diana Kouprina

I was asleep for years,
Put under a spell
Like sleeping beauty.

The spell that was cast on me,
Was cast upon me by no witch
No evil spirit,
The spell was cast,
And quite surprisingly at that
by my very own prince Prince Charming,
On a white mustang of a horse.

He gave me medicine to take,
Told me which medicine man to see,
To tell them of my psychosis,
The men of medicine did hear me,
and upon my struggle of the self,
That was asleep within the self.
They prescribed me pills of different colors.
I took them gleefully,
Hoping they would awaken me.
Instead they put me into slumber.

Alas the spell was broken,
I was awakened,
But, only when Prince Charming
Discarded me,
Like trash
The spell did break,
And my soul began to live,
Within the self.

©️Diana Kouprina