A part of me wishes to be a little girl again
To dream of dragons, magic carpets, unicorns, superpowers, castles, knights, and fairytales
But as I got older, the magic disappeared, and the once-upon-a-times became nothing more than tattered pages and ashes of dreams
And after all the wonder left, it was all replaced with stories of pain, selfishness, horror, and insanity
The world lost its brightness and resolved to a darkness that not even the sun could pierce
Because although the night turns to day, the blackness that blankets my world in my head and around me eats away at me like that of a malicious beast from the make believes
I wish for that brightness again, the hope of imagination dancing in my ignorant mind
But with age the innocence became pale compared to the gray of reality, and as it settled in my brain I crumbled along with the silly magic that I used to believe in
I wish I was a little girl again, when the world wasn't resting on my shoulders and when the storm didn't shake my imagination into shadows
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
