A Letter from a Knight.
I fear I fall short of the knight in shining armor you seek. I think life has put a dullness on my shine and I no longer want to be the hero everyday. I think I need a hero of my own sometimes.
So yes. I have little doubt you are amazing and I am totally infatuated but I end more days feeling like I can’t keep you smiling than ending them knowing you are happy. That is the death of me.
So I content to wonder what the princess would be like to hold while I lament letting you down. It’s a conundrum I tell you. Maybe Sunshine has the answer
A Response from a Princess
A knight in dull armor is still a knight. His silver plated suit may be scratched, dented or even missing entire pieces. The injury to the shield may be so deep it cuts clear down to the flesh. Under this metal layer however, is where the hero resides.
Isn’t everyone a hero? Haven’t we all stepped up, survived, placed ourselves in some sort of physical or emotional “harms way” to protect another? Isn’t saying all of that stuff about “falling short,” a cop-out and a dismissal? For sure, at times it can be too hard to get up and move forward. We get tired walking the gangplank that requires careful placement of one foot ahead of the other. It is terrifying, not to mention exhausting. We’ve all experienced moments of inadequacy and often “fallen short” of our own expectations.
This princess’s dress is not covered in fine lace nor accessorized with glass slippers or diamond crown. Hell, it is more akin to cinderella’s scrubbing rags. The dress is plaid and 5 years old. My feet are covered with flip flops. My crown is a rubber banded ponytail. Furthermore, my undies and bra don’t match. I could lament upon it, wishing it were different. Today, I’ve decided it makes me more interesting. More of a surprise. It is my own little secret that no one can see. I have piles upon piles of these little secrets under my plain armor of plaid cotton. This mismatch doesn’t have to drag me down. However, that is not to say that I don’t occasionally feel like burning the whole damn lot.
There have been times – many times – I’ve taken off these flip flops and donned galoshes because I needed them to trudge through my own puddle of tears or the tears of others. No one carried me across. I didn’t know if walking through the pond was right or wrong; I just did it based upon what strength I could summon, what amount of fear I could suppress and because I needed or wanted what was on the opposite edge.
Sometimes, I had to be drug across shark infested waters because panic paralyzed me. I didn’t believe in the form, safety or potential of what was the shore. Other times, I couldn’t walk through or around that seemingly endless body of water.
Am I still a hero? Ask anyone who knows me or of me. I’ve stopped trains but the true measure of my heroine-ness happened after I got run over by one. I peeled myself of the tracks to reach out to someone else who needed a bit of saving. Mind you, I don’t look or feel the same as I did prior to the wreck. In some ways I’m worse and in other ways, I’m better.
I often wonder when I’ll be a heroine again; The sort that saves another. It is that very hope which has literally carried me through the past several years. Sometimes it feels lonely and heavy not having a person to carry me across. I tread, swim, sink and hold my breath. Swimming across will be empowering. We all need that feeling being something “more” to someone else, a purpose to drive us forward.
There is no doubt I have failed at being a super heroine more often than not. In most cases I’ve failed to be my own hero. Does it make me weak or strong that I went to bed and still got up but in the course of the day that is ALL I did? I’ve wondered at times if I’m a fool or a one tuff chick. Yes Michigan, my smile falters. I’m not so damn amazing. I’m not sure how I “feel to hold,” but I expect at times it might feel pretty prickly. Gotta wear garden gloves at times.
Regarding your dullness of your armor, try TARN-X and a micro-cloth. I hear it works wonders. I hope sunshine is your answer.
Princess in Pa