Fractured Fairy Tales

A crack in the surface she started to see
A lost piece was showing of the old me
The plaster I had placed with extra care
But the past was showing its evil bindings to bare.

I had prayed I would change
And it hadn’t done much.
So instead I had made the change myself
And it was done as such...


I broke from the past
Leaving it with its name
No need for it to last
No longer there for me to blame

I worked so hard to bury it deep
Covered in layers rotting beneath
It all had died somewhere inside
It all was nothing more than lies--

A stupid story told by someone else
A stupid song sung by some damned poets from Hell.
But still it lingered with a terrible scent
It lingered with metaphors that I never meant.

Then, she came along with her blinding, brilliant smile.
It stunned me from all those lies wrapped in guile.
Lost for hours in her gold and green stained glass eyes
But cracks in the glass formed from an unspoken lie.

Is it possible to really change?

Or is the past always to blame?
Can I ever be loved for who I am?
Or will I ever be just the same?

I dreamt of her and I
A story-book happy ever after.
But I’m afraid it’s starting to shatter
From the chapters that came before.

Reviews

With so few words you create such a complex relationship between two people. I can feel the tension growing between them as some deep dark past comes rising up between them.
Thanks for sharing this, I can't find any fault it in any way.

[Erica Daubert]

I love this poem. Everyone has demons in their past and emotional baggage they carry around, which shouldn't really effect their future... but it always ends up biting us in the a*s. However, the problem is not that we have these pasts, it's that we tend to dwell on them internally therefore sabotaging any forward progress we try to make. If people could just look at what's coming up ahead, they'd get a lot further. Easier said then done, right?

[Joshua Donahue]

Very descriptive and telling with your words in this writing. I loved the word choices you made in this and the way of changing has caused such a stir in the writing.