Eowyn Waits

Get up, Eowyn.
Get up.
Why?
When I open my eyes,
the room will be the same
as yesterday and yesterday's yesterday
and all the long yesterdays of my life.

Get up.
The King does not see me,
though I kneel at his feet all day;
he sees only darkness and
thinks only dark thoughts.

Get up.
I serve him soup: he does not taste.
It drips down his chin: I wipe it away.
I speak softly: he does not hear.
I hum songs: he does not move.

Get up.
Is there life left in this stone man?
Is there life left in me?
Will I ever be free of this duty?
Are all my once vivid desires of glory
as lifeless as this room?
Maybe.

Get up.
I am afraid of the cage my life has become.
But, if I stay in bed, then the bars will
surely shut down on my soul.

Get up.
I have given my life for this man.
I would--I will--give my life for this man.
I barely dare to breathe my desire that
maybe he will remember me.
Maybe today he will smile...
Yes.
That is enough of a reason to get up.