The Fairy Tale of My Life

Hello, Friends and Fellow Authors, When I put the title as simply "A Few Words," it's exactly what I mean to say, just a few words.

This poem had no great epiphany attached to it. I wasn't lost in thought like I have been on many of my other poems. Instead, this one came to me quite quickly and out of the blue. I started writing and I just kept on and then...Wallah! It was a finished piece.

I do, however, think it is a very important piece of poetry. I think some maybe will relate to my own life's fairy tale. If not, I hope it moves you in some way. Thanks for reading!! :)

At this point in my life,

when most have achieved

A marriage of samples,

one, two, and three, I have

not yet found a single

knight of armor to whisk

me away or defend my

honor.

Once upon a long ago,

I thought I found the

perfect dream, a blanket

In a field of lily whites,

lying in the midst of a

love delight.

Yet, he was just another

Ogre, who shot arrows

through my heart by the

time it was over.

I haven’t the luck of a

duel day decider, when a

handsome gent would

take my hand and promise

love and a peaceful plan.

Could it really mean, that I

was born without a theme?

A born rebel without

A cause, a desperado

Riding fences always

alone.

Today, at my place in the

Middle land, there are two

Sides I seem to see.

One side I see a land

of unconditionality;

Horoscopes that will

envision only good things

from above, and making

decisions that I should

never give up.

Then again, I turn to see

the other side that comes

closer to me. Days of lonely

and moonless nights, darkness

that seeps and haunts at night,

whispering to me through my

dreams, promising time is

not my friend, and all will be

lost to me in the end.

Then in between a place

appears, it’s not on the right

or on the left, it rests

right in the middle of my

chest.

A land that comes from

within, and bleeds to me

a perfect story, of a life

lived in valiant glory.

Glory to the hope I’ve

kept, never giving up no

matter how much I wept,

waking many mornings with

A heavy heart, but still

finding a way to do my part.

In a world that’s full of vain,

It reminds me I have chosen

to stay the same, remaining

in my thoughtful place residing

here full of Grace. Amen.

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