A Childhood Myth

August 4, 2013 § 4 Comments

My body weeps

For the childhood myth

That once existed inside

A foolish fantasy

Of happy endings

Prince charming

White horses roaming green pastures

Grand castles reaching the stars

And gingerbread villages in between

My own private fairytale

But the walls once stable

With butter cream frosting

Have caved in

Lying broken, molding

Leaving me empty

Unknowing what to believe in

Not even Rapunzle’s golden hair

Can save me from the decaying happiness

I’ve created



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§ 4 Responses to A Childhood Myth

  • irisoniris says:

    Aww. There’s magic left in that heart. One who can write this, can be sure of it. And that magic will call out to the magic that’s somewhere in this world, to unite with it. I don’t know why I think so, but life has a way of doing that.

    Sometimes innocence is not naivety, but a conscious choice. And then we will be loved for that.

    Keep flowing.

    • irisoniris says:

      Oh and if you can, look up the song Not Like The Movies by KC Concepcion on YouTube. Like your poem, it is sad, but you can distinctly still taste the magic left over.

  • I like that song, irisoniris :) You are correct, the magic is still there but sometimes you just have to let go and see what returns. “Sometimes innocence is not naivety, but a conscious choice. And then we will be loved for that” this especially spoke to me, thank you!

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