Poetry

{Fairy-Tale}

I.

We live in one huge fairy-tale,

but some of us think that fairy-tales

don’t exist and that they’re full of lies,

because more than one Prince Charming

or more than one princess who lied,

has broken our fragile, beating hearts.

II.

Life can be like a raging, tearing dragon,

breathing down burning fire on us,

but sometimes you have to conquer

what you think you cannot conquer;

dousing the fire with water and riding the dragon,

holding the sword that was given to you.

III.

Sometimes our golden shoes or glass slippers

don’t have to be because sometimes,

our calloused feet or our plain clogs

are our glass shoes or golden shoes;

because not all those were remembered and walked in our world,

wore something precious or even wore something on their feet;

the greatest man wore peace on his bare feet.

IV.

Riches are now silver, gold, coins, jewels and paper money

instead of love, faith and peace, family and the breathless

moments that steal our breaths; the beauty of life -

forgotten, fading behind the sound of our broken, crying hearts.

What happened to the innocent laughter that burbled

from our beautiful mouths that birthed fairies to existence,

when we first came into this world?

V.

‘No happy ending, happy ever after, happily ever after, or happily after all

because this is a modern fairy-tale if fairy-tales are even real,’ someone says;

this modern fairy-tale filled with cold beds as hard as stone,

wedding rings thrown on the ground with vows thrown in the wind,

people only staying with each other for the better not for the worse,

children hiding from the tears that crack them slowly and screaming

from the nightmares that demons give them at night.

VI.

‘Fairy-tales are full of sh*t, crap, lies, mere fantasies’

says the song ‘Payphone,’ that I listened on YouTube

but I beg to differ; I disagree -

what if the lies are the lies

that you spin around yourself like a web

like a spider does everyday of its life?

VII.

Your once upon a time may not

have had a happy beginning, but it’s your own story

and the beginning is always the hardest

and the beginning doesn’t tell the whole story – it’s the ending that does;

and I swear on my life that everything will be okay in the end.

VIII.

I know the roses in the vase are drooping,

turning brown from despair and fear

and the sadness that falls from the corners of your eyes;

I know that the tears are our golden staircases

and the fire from the dragon is burning, charring our hearts

and that glass is our precious jewels, cutting our hands

and that the thorns from our barriers are piercing our skins;

and I know it sometimes seems like the Villain is winning,

but I promise – I promise that our Hero is coming,

that our Knight in shining armor on a white horse is coming.

I promise we’ll have a happy ending in the end

because our hero is already here, he’s just still coming.

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A/N: I'm sorry, it's been awhile since I've posted. My apologies, again. Here's a poem that I wrote today.

Thank you for taking the time read this, if you are. :)