Alone in my chambers, quill in my hand,
Ink pot on the table, quietly I stand,

Pondering my future, whatever will be,
Will I become a wife? Will I sit embroidering by the sea?

London is my town, England is my home,
But my deepest fear now, is being forever alone,

Will I have a companion, a partner in life?
Experience passion…between my milky-white thighs?

To receive a man’s seed…for my belly to swell,
Could I give him a child? Have a love story to tell?

Am I condemned to a life, as a companion to mother?
While I’m criticized mercilessly, forever to suffer?

A home of my own, a place my patience won’t be worn,
To run my own household, the task for which I was born,

Wallflower I’m called, and no value I’m given,
My dance card is empty, to my lips no one listens,

Words trip my tongue, eloquent at parties…I’m not,
My writing is witty and sharp…but being left behind is my lot,

I watch from the sidelines, observe from the shadows,
Instead of enjoying a ball, it’s like I’m watching the gallows,

Those needing money and status, deal their daughters for power,
The rakes prey on the innocent, looking for weak girls to deflower,

I long for excitement, something just mine,
Only for me, and everlasting of time,

My words are my shield, my weapon of choice,
The truth I will wield…to speak for those without a voice,

I have built myself a legacy, and I will have my due,
No one will fell me, just because they were offended by truth,

After years of waiting for him…my love was suddenly devoted,
Our passions blazed hot, and our desire exploded,

Once he found out…he wanted to let my legacy expire…
But I could not agree…as my work was worth society’s ire.

I poured my heart and my soul, into those words taking shape,
When no dance partners came, writing them was my escape,

It took him some time, to see the value in my work,
That bold truths had some value, even when they hurt,

He finally came ’round, this deep love of mine,
Realizing my heart and my mind, were simply entwined,

I thought I would never…marry for love or with him…
Fate brought legacy and love together for me…what a win,

So I wish you this day, that you always be a believer,
Don’t give up on your dreams, My Dear Gentle Reader…

~Lella M Fulton

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I am a huge fan of Netflix’s Bridgerton. Penelope is my favorite character. This is a heartfelt poem about love, loneliness, and legacy in 19th-century London… capturing a woman’s journey from fear of solitude to finding passion and purpose through journalism. Ideal read for fans of romantic poetry, inspirational verses, and women empowerment poems.