As a young girl, I dreamed,
Of the knight in shining armor
Reaching across the ocean
Into the vast land of my imagination.
He would bring an enchanted love
Magical, lasting ever after.
Dreams of a naïve young girl
Taken over by reality.
Thus the paradox, the dark victory
Of those that would keep
An angel from flying
To a place where she soared.
Alas, love letters never appeared.
In my room alone would I weep.
Until the day came when I
Saw the light within me shine.
No longer naïve, stronger,
Wiser, seeing through the lies.
The young girl still dreams,
But now,I stand in my own device,
Depending on no one for happily ever after,
Knowing I make my own way,
My life, my choice, my own story told.
Pity the poor knight that never showed.
~CWylde ©
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