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?
Copyright © Ameerah Troutt | Year Posted 2009
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