I worshiped Disney’s paradise

And now I mourn the person they created.

I once admired Peter Pan,

For his refusal to grow up.

Now I am Wendy, a woman in the world of make-believe.

I saw myself in Moana of Motunui.

While I was simply Briar, asleep in my dreams.

I longed to be Princess Merida,

But I was not brave to fit her crown.

I resembled Rapunzel from the tower,

Painting pictures of  a world I couldn’t touch.

I wished for an Aladdin in Genie’s Lamp

But I was no one’s Master.

I trained hard like Mulan, for a battle unknown,

Eager for someone to take over my sword.

I waited like Eurydice in the Underworld,

For a song that never came.

For Orpheus was a myth.

And so was I.