Falling From My Throne
I built my throne.
Stone by stone.
Pride on pride.
From there I ruled.
Or thought I did.
it was hard to do
But thrones crack.
Love breaks them.
Trust destroys them.
Now I fall.
No hand to catch.
No crown to keep.
Broken crown.
Shattered seat.
Yet fall is start.
Power was cage.
Freedom is earth.
Failure strips me.
But truth remains.
No queen of lies.
Only survivor.
Only me.
I will be ok,
just wait and see.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (4)
What a viewpoint of living our lives for we all learn what is necessary to just keep going on living the best way we know how. Good job.
The 'queen of poetry', another lovely poem, thankyou for sharing xx
I really like how the imagery of the broken throne transforms into a sense of strength and survival by the end.
We all fall and pick ourselves up, great slice of what happens