I think sometimes about
That princess in that tower
How she could do nothing
To help her hero’s cause
Except exist, and by existing
Inspire him to struggle on
How much trust must she have had
In the sufficiency of all her charms?
She had no reason to believe -
No confirmation that she could
Call him in and motivate him
Past all strife and horror
How much faith must she have had
In herself to be exactly what he wanted
And worth everything he gave to win her?
I feel like that princess in that tower
In the dark myself, yet still a beacon
Unable to assist the fight
Or even know if it has happened
Unable, too, to circumvent the challenge
My only task - MY hero’s test -
Is to believe myself enough
To trust my worth, with no evidence
At all, and live in faith
That he will fight, and he will come
And he will be enough - and so will I
Elena Nola, Poet 
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