by Alice Grey

Created on: April 28, 2008

For Two years now
I've been in Bed,
Choking on
Bile,
Pretending I were
Dead.

They Broke my
Bones,
They Stole my
Spirit,
They Needled me
to my very
Limits.

But

Today,
From beneath their
Rusty Carapace,
I unfurl my
Wings
of
Gossamer and Lace,
And
Crawl from this Shell
Of Darkness and Dismay
Ready to begin a
Brand New Day.

I reach out my
Hand
And take
Yours
in
Mine

a
Fairy-Tale Beginning,
a
Gothic Lie
in
Time.

Like
Lovers
Of Old
Whispering Secrets
Never before
Told,
An
Ocean Lay between us
An
Eternity
Of
Things
Untold.

Where
Sleeping Beauty's sleep-filled vision
Saw
Rose-Encrusted Dreams;
Fables, Fool's Gold, and Bitter Spleen
Was the reality
it seems.

For,
Just
Like Snow White,
Bedazzled
By That
Bright
Red
Apple

How
Could
We
Know

Yet

Of

Thwarted Dreams
And
Make-Believe?

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