Inside Elsa

I wrote a poem about  Disney character, Elsa, basically taking over my body. I am going to post my rough draft and all of my revisions up until the final draft. I thought the progression from the beginning would be cool to see! :)

FINAL DRAFT
My mind shivers with awakening
As elsa erupts from the caves of my mind
And she takes control over my essence.
She now takes claim of the fols and shadows
That used to be my own
Which sutures the confusion
That arose when Elsa overtook me.

It's easier now that Elsa is here.
I have comfort, energy, grace, stillness.
I can now quietly linger while Elsa rises.
Giving permission to let the tension between us disintegrate
Into a bridge of one mind
But two thoughts.
One being.
It's easy to let Elsa control.

3rd REVISION
As I lay on the cold pavement
My mind shivers with awakening.
Elsa erupts from the caves of my mind
And she takes control over my essence.
I now take claim of the folds and shadow of Elsa's darkest secrets,
Which sutures the confusion that used to be my own.

It's easier now that Elsa is here.
Comfort, energy, grace, stilness.
I linger. Elsa rises.
And the tension between us disintegrates into a bridge of one mind
But two thoughts.
One being.

It's easy to let Elsa control.

2nd REVISION
On the cold pavement,
My mind shivers with awakening.
Elsa erupts from the caves of my mind and she takes contol
Over my essence.
I take claim of the folds and shadows of Elsa's darkest secrets,
Suturing the confusion that used to be my own.

It's eaiser now that Elsa is here.
Comfort,energy, grace, stilness.
I linger, Elsa rises.
Tension between us disintegrates into a bridge of one mind
But two thoughts.
One being.
It's easy to let Elsa control.

1st REVISION
-I don't know how to tell them that she is gone.
-Stepping on the cold pavement in Arendelle is not something that I have done in a while. I remember the damp cobblestones lining their way towards the castle. This familiarity causes Elsa to stir inside me.
-I came to tell them she was gone and how it was an exact replica of the day she left.

ROUGH DRAFT
Right now I am Elsa. Her power resonates through me and I can feel the surge of energy that she gives me. I feel stronger, braver, and in conrtol even thoguh I have someone else inside of me. Elsa isn't as burdensome as one might think. She provides a comfort that I didn't have before. I raise my hand to feel something in front of me, a lone tree, and dust my fingertips across the branches. A tingle erupts down my arm and through my fingertips and a blaze of white and shimmery forst nips at the tree until it is completely covered in white ice. I am amazed at this ability. Elsa's voice is hovering int he back of my mind. The pleaser of letting go satisfies her. After all, she hasn't been able to use her power for a long time. I look around to see who is watching, Elsa doesn't want anyone to see. And now, neither do I.



Thanks for reading! Have an awesome day!
-Misa