C~ Marilyn

Norma Jean,
Or Marilyn Monroe?
Both at once,
But the former a ghost,
An echo.
For the world a mighty oak,
Though actually a sapling,
Struggling against the storm.

Media.

Your beginning and your end,
Set on the path of heroes by those smiling monsters promising you fame
and glory.
Your end was abrupt.

Happy.

When did you first fake a smile?
Sheet music.
Full of intricacies.
You slipped into a minor key.

Seductive.

Such was the offer,
And such were you,
An image that we all respect - even now.
But we never saw behind the mask...

Legend.

This is what you are.

Remember.

Nothing can take this from you, even in death.
You shall be remembered,
And your legend lives on.

The truth.

We will never know it,
For you took it to your grave.
What brought you to this end?

Marilyn.