This morning I woke up and found myself yet again amidst my Estate.
I've spent my whole life here, trapped in glamour.
There was once a time when I would exit my room, and catch a glimpse of the wall just outside it, gaping in awe at the elaborate scene.
The mirrors were trimmed with gold.
The walls were painted in a smooth white color.
The floors were polished to a blinding sheen.
And I found beauty in it.
I used to take pride in the fact that I lived in such a beautiful place.
Live such a beautiful life.
Now I look at the walls, and all I see is confinement.
My inability to live my life freely, how I want to live it.
I was stuck in an inescapable trap.
Doomed by the constraints of the society I lived in.
I was unable to leave Estate grounds, unless I was traveling to another Estate, where I would be caught in the same continuous loop of pleasing others before myself.
This way of life was suffocating.
But of course it wouldn't look it.
I had beautiful gowns.
Elaborate jewelry.
All the suitors I could ask for.
But all I longed for was to live my life in love and freedom.
Not wealth.
-Brianna Cecille Blades
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In the Afternoon
PoetryCHRONICLES OF CROWN AND CASUALTY BOOK 3- Everyone wished they were like her. The definition of propriety and popularity. She wore wildflowers in her hair... A collection of poems by and about the Lady of Lancaster.
