A Room of my Own

Today I am on the other side;
Living in a paltry cottage;
An impartial river separates
My humble abode and the arena;
Every night, when I am at my terrace,
Reading poems or sipping soup,
I see the palatial castle, bright and tall;
The place that registered my arrival in this world;
Whose walls mirrored my artistic endeavors;
Whose halls witnessed my recitations and performances;
Where, a few months back, I slit my wrist;
Where my spirits were arrested by the callous kinsmen;
But one night, when my choked heart pushed me to the balcony;
The fresh air instilled energy into my dead veins;
The numerous stars exterminated my solitude;
I envied the life of the free flowing stream;
It seemed like the untied mane of a liberated nymph,
Immune to the venomous vilification of the wicked world;
That night I broke the shackles with courage enormous;
And today I have a room of my own.