I once was an evil queen, donning gowns adorned with jewels, living a life of fame and fortune, under noone else's rule. I spent my days filled with food and spirits, quite immense revelry, the nights were a blur of pleasure and lust, truly intense devilry. I once was a mere peasant, donning tattered fabric scraps, running to and from the distant towne square, getting in my laps. I spent my time hustling for every last bit of food and wine, then hurry back to my humble abode ready to relax and to dine. I once was a giddy jester, donning bright colors to ever please my majesty, she would whoop and holler, laugh and cry, then call me a lowly travesty. My life was solely run by my sinful Queens ridiculous requests, under the moonlight I would be free of her as she quietly rests. I once was a dark executioner, donning simple robes made to last, I would play out any punishment that my royalty had so cast. My eyes were filled with blood and tears, memories of the gallows, attempting to quiet the screams and cries, my thoughts never shallow. I once was a dueling knight, donning shiny mail ridden armor, protecting all of my community, from the leaders to the farmers. I rode my horse and carried my sword, always on the ready, my courage and strength, honor and pride, ever so steady. I once was a little girl, donning dresses of blue and yellow flowers, I would get lost in my thoughts, day dreaming of my magical powers. Often times I would play each part of the cast above from medieval times, then read my books of poetry, soaking in the well crafted rhymes. Now I am a woman all grown up, donning whatever I so choose, the magical wonder of the youth, my imagination I did not lose. My hours are completly full, permeated with a mixture of positivity and pain, I've battled much, loved and lost, through writing I've broken life's chains. ©️ Amy Lynn 4/15/26

Hello good day everyone I pray all is well Today is a good day more poems coming soon

The first lines of each stanza are the same as in my poem "If" aside from swapping out if for when. Each line of both poems end in the same word. This was a therapeutic penning. (Unsure why it won't let me space my stanzas) "When" I wonder what I will say when given the chance, I will rise above this nightmare, taking my final stance. I will make myself larger than any of our fights, I will show up strong and proud, revealing my might. I wonder what I will do when I see you in town, I will deny you the power of even giving me a frown. I will close myself off from any pain and lock right in, reminding myself of your indiscretions and past sins. I wonder what I will feel when you truly say "I'm sorry", I will take a pause, not allowing these eyes to become starry. I will accept it cautiously, knowing that it's too late, our paths which once crossed toxically is not my fate. I wonder what I will feel like in a few years, I will know it was meant to end, no longer spilling tears. I will no more be subjected to one who does not give me thought, in the manipulation, lies, and pain, no longer will I be caught. I wonder what I will think of when I lay upon my deathbed, I will hear my loved ones voices, their laughter, all they've said. I will look at my good memories, rewinding again and again, I will ponder life's meaning, my course, and where it all began. I know what I will do when I truly let go, I will speak my story truthfully assuring that you know, I did not end up spending my life bitter and alone, rather, love and peace, compassion and strength is what I will have shown. ©️ Amy Lynn 4/12/26

"If" I wonder what I would say if given the chance, would I hold my head up high and take a stance, would I make myself small just to avoid a fight, or stand up for myself, showing my true might. I wonder what I would do if I saw you in town, would I look into your eyes and give you a frown, would I turn and run away, holding my emotions in, or call you out in public for all of your terrible sins. I wonder what I'd feel if you truly said "I'm sorry", would my eyes fill up with tears and become quite starry, or would I face you confidently while sternly saying "Too late", and walk away leaving you to deal with your own fate. I wonder what I'll feel like in a few years, will I look upon the pain still, spilling more tears, or will it all merely become a fleeting thought, swimming past the memory net without getting caught. I wonder what I'll think of as I lay upon my deathbed, will I ponder all of the lies that you once said, painstakingly going over them, feeling hurt once again, or see that leaving you was when my life's peace began. I know what I would do if I truly let go, I would heal and feel in my heart that I fully know, I'm perfectly capable of living this life contently alone, for the truth of who you are, you've repeatedly shown. ©️ Amy Lynn 4/11/26