This tale of mine

I was once led to believe

That an adventure

Was only for stories,

Heroes and heroines

Not for the 'real world'

As they call it.

A figment of the imagination

Best left in the archaic times

When men believed in

Fantastical tales of knights and dragons

Sea monsters and sirens

Giants with one eye

And beasts that claimed the land, seas and skies.

Of course now I believe they lied,

It's a journey

An experience. 

Not something left for story books

Romanticized fantastical tales of the impossible

Though I don't believe they're impossible.

They are people and chapters

And lessons

In our lives

Often times overlooked or ignored

Wrongfully of course.

We've never noticed the adventure

The experience

The story we call life.

Pay close attention my friend

How many roles have you played

Within your tale?

Is it worthy to be read?

Even by a pug-nosed snail?

I've played the villan

I was a victim and a supporting role

I'm now a heroine

Not yet a princess

A fair maiden perhaps

I may soon become a huntress

Then a philosopher

A queen

A healer

Eventually a mother

Forever a scholar

Ah, my tale is full of twists

And many turns

Angels and daisies even a few slides.

Oh and let's not forget those

Wonderful blue eyes

May it forever be exciting

This adventure of mine.