Fairytales

Fairytales, 2012 V. Ortiz Vazquez A vast void Nothing like the Alice in Wonderland hole Where a fall reveals mystical creatures An adventurous journey to find one’s self Whishes bounce between hollow walls Descending into nothingness Nothing like Aladdin’s life Where his every whim are granted With no consideration of those around but himself Selfishness To break from tradition, he falls for the one beneath him Her life guided by a magical wand Yet, the one I possess grant short, temporary relief A time when my story become a fairytale like Cinderella’s Picturesque time fill pages with pain, lost, doubts A half empty glass with cracks towards the top Gates of hell guarded by a four headed creature A tale of self-sacrificed, ultimate love story Beautiful damsel awakes his innermost strength While the blind-ugly-decrepit three some hideaway foretelling his destiny A destiny I am yet to know A third of the equation known to me I am part of the 50% of the world Yet, no fairytales embody a character like me Heroism, fortune, live happily ever after endings reserve for the other 50% of the world Never to forget about the few with powers such as thunder, lightning, love, war, strategy List goes on and on Invincible, no weakness except the thirst for more Betray at times by natures’ beauty Human kind Body shifters, creeping to take what is not his Awaken jealousy, war declare upon us by his mate Nothing like a woman’s scorn Sore by the constant doubts, lies, hurts “So much potential you possess,” they unanimously sing To aspire, dream Fictional storytelling Depiction of a different race, parallel to society’s beliefs No main characters resembling my skin Tertiary characters subjected to ridicule, hardships There I lay Through the outer glass seeking for more Grains of sand, so many to sooth un-satisfaction For only a fool, dream Waiting to be rescue like Sleeping Beauty If only Fiona’s fortune decent upon me Dispel the costume which has become my prison Not to confuse my life with the undead I do grow old Bleed and heal, yet not the same Scars are left to not forget X, marks the spots One lucky forceful strike Not to vanish beautifully, bursting of fire But quickly coming to my demise Reaching for Aladdin’s magical lamp Wishing to forever fall asleep like Cinderella To later be rescue and become whole as Fiona has done