We're not all the stuff of legends and fairy tales. We do try sometimes but we more often then not are doomed to fail, because being held to a standard that you're better than human is a hard burden to bear.

We don't all have the natural dramatic flair that makes us fare just that much better on the stage - But whether or not we will ever be like Aladdin, we rub every lamp just in case.

In the face of overwhelming improbality, we still find a way to get ourselves to say 'Maybe this time, it'll be different. Maybe the innocent will not suffer and maybe this time they'll catch the bad guy'.

Who am I to dream? Who am I to make more out of something than what would first seem? Every one of these stitches and seams that run across our bodies like patchwork, every scar from every time we've gone to far or raised the bar, they are ours to wear with pride.
Just because something has been denied to you is no reason not to seek it again, but this twicefold. I may not be Rumplestiltskin but I'm going to keep trying to turn this straw to gold - because the dreams that come to us are ours to hold. Ours to clutch to our chest lest they grow cold.

It is because of these mistakes that we are where we are. When you fail, if you can re-trail what you did wrong all the way back to core of the problem, then you've got experience to store away until next time. I only learned to rhyme like I do through the impromptu misteps that we are all going to go through. And you will learn to be better.

Every, single, letter that goes into writing one of these little soliloquies has to come out like a summer breeze or they should not be put down. You can't squeeze your brain like a grape hoping that pure wine is going to come out. Inspiration comes from the funniest places and I guess you could say that you've been inspirin' me but there is still fire in me to temper the metal.

And I know I'm not going to get a medal for this, otherwise I'd probably do it more often. But each and every one of you needs to know that it is only through challenge and adversity that we grow into these monoliths we hope we one day become. If you can manage to stay strong, live long and keep is simple your whole life through... who knows? - Maybe they'll write the next fairy tales about you.

and then
you come to realize
that your porcelain bones
can't take much more
you're falling apart
in her hands
and she doesn't
want to save you
she'll drop you
to the floor
at the first sign
of those spiderweb cracks
fractured perfection
mental misteps
up the stairs
as she loses balance
while she carrys you
porcelain bones
and parchment skin
how much more poetry
can your body take

[holyoak]

love is effortless, a leaf floating on the mild wind
love is the remedy, loneliness a deadly disease and you're the cure
love is water, in its absence you'd die of thirst
love is selfless, for you I would bleed
love is blind, it overlooks misteps and misdeeds
love is king, you're the ruler of my heart
love is light, a single smile and the darkness disappears
love is the universe, it's infinite
love is a hero, it rescues from deep despair
love is alien, out of this world
love is addictive, you're the drug that I fiend
love is music, it heals the soul
love is like a child, innocent and true
love is gravity, pulls you close each time you feel like flying away
love is a mystery, holmes couldn't solve it even if he tried

That mirror image isn't me
Could time have passed so suddenly?

The memories that I hold dear
Are memories of pain and fear

A barefoot girl, soft and shy
Gives way to woman, unsure why

Her carefree days have come and gone
What good is left is soon undone

A world she's in that isn't fair
The truth of it she sees laid bare

Cautiously she walks along
Inside, fading, is her song

Her many misteps often burn
Shows there's so much more to learn

Dreams fade to be replaced
By the challenges she now faced

Alone, afraid, and so unsure
Chances of escape are poor

As daylight fades to bitter night
All distraction now takes takes flight

A shadow figure, she lies broken
Heart and soul remain unspoken

One last road she contemplates
Silently to face the fates

A voice calls out "Just one more try!"
A spark of hope has yet to die

So that day begins the change
A life to slowly rearrange

Day by day she climbs a bit
Searching, longing for a fit

The lessons learnt are used to grow
As time moves in an endless flow

I can't stop now, I've come so far
Each new pain will form a scar

Tattoo of my slavery
Reminder of my bravery

Freedom beckons just ahead
Nothing more needs to be said

This here poem is not near done
As my life's tale has just begun