I wear two crowns

I wear two crowns: still a peasant.
Carefully decorated, cardboard with tin.
The other, a frown loaded with responsibility.
Forehead pinched.
With a grimace, permanently chiseled in.

I wear two tears: both speak of regret.
My lids flood with things I could have done.
A smile worn wide in pretense,
Masking realities.
Battles fought, battles I thought I had won.

I wear two weights: differing expectations.
Strained under ever-competing needs.
A cloak, my supposed hiding place.
Revealed nakedness.
Upon which a monster, called fear, she feeds.

I wear two bodies: conflicting ideas of femininity.
One honest & full, the other lying & exposed.
I clothed her in moon and scarlet
To engage truth.
A day of union for pain and innocence had now been proposed.

I wear two shoes, each has misdirection.
Armed with resilience & passion never to be tamed
I step in hope
I land in tragedy.
Never resting too long.
I set bravely upon life's journey again.