ladychani

I met an angel in the guise of a child, A beautiful child, naive and sweet, With a temper sharp despite her words so mild. The angel had come to make me believe, To have me see I was wrong about life, To try to restore the esteem that drained like a sieve. I fought that angel in her every attempt, Unintentionally and subconsciously, and yet Outwardly I did not view her efforts with contempt. She could see my darkest innermost pains, The ones hidden that fought her so hard, Each and every thing that kept me in chains. But so much I wanted to run, and so hard I tried to fight, So easy it was for me to want to get away, Even though

Once upon a time Ever so long ago, Faerie-tale endings, They weren't a dream. Stars granted your wishes, And every little Princess Could have her Prince. Children don't dream; They know better now. Stars have no power And wishes don't happen. Lost, lonely Princesses Can never find a Prince. Taught from childhood To believe in old myths; Legends of justice and triumph, Beautiful stories in which The good guys always won. Darkness conquers all. Good becomes corrupt. Purity isn't cherished. Royal tables turn. While in their lonely towers, Fallen Princesses still dream Of saving their lost Princes. Always dreaming, yet al

Do you remember The me I used to be? Do you remember My childish dreams? You were the center, Always in my heart. A love unspoken But always there. Do you remember That night in Nauvoo? Do you remember Us walking to the bus? I felt close to you Those days long ago. I knew I loved you And I thought all was well. Do you remember The day I asked you out? Do you remember My face when you said no? I've loved you so long; It's hard to let you go. But I know that I must Finally let you go. I must try to forget That love I dreamed of.

Lost in the greys of life, Wandering alone along dark paths. Questing, searching, hoping, Wandering alone, looking for something. Shades of grey fading to light, A path before of golden bright. Seeking, looking, hoping, Wandering along, looking for something. Darkness behind, brightness ahead, Paths lined with kindness & friends. Finding, gaining, hoping, Walking forward, no longer looking. In the grey, it's hard to find, Hard to know what's desperately needed. Hoping, always hoping, Of finding those who walk with you.

Empty paper before me, Waiting to take my marks, Waiting to be filled and used. Emptiness of thought, A blankness fills my mind, Uncertain of what to write. Empty words fill the page, Meaningless and useless, But the writer is writing. Empty lines being filled, Word by word, mark by mark, Throwing off the mental blankness. Empty paper before me, Haltingly filled, line by line, No longer empty anymore.