Happy Endings

Happy Endings Do you believe in fairy tales? That is something my mother always asked me before I drifted off to the sound of her loving, placid voice. But I never gave her an answer. So unsure of what my Life would come to be. Now thinking back, I’m so very Grateful to myself for neglecting to respond. For now I Am not so certain that she would see me as something to Be satisfied of with. Maybe it wouldn’t exactly be me, However, something within me. I know this to be a fact, Because what I see in the eye of my soul is a reflection of Who I long to be. my derelict heart has shattered into a Trillion pieces, and hope seems to have run away from the Home, the home that I have built for it inside of me. now I am hopeless. snow white without her dwarfs. Cinderella without her glass slipper. The princess without her pea. Where’s my happy ending?