
Fiction
Fiction is where Imagination roams wild
But Imagination is where Fiction comes to life
Deep within the pages lies the story of one child
Who knows nothing but struggle and strife
She’s lived by the rule of “Don’t be like your father!”
“That man is nothing but another Rumpelstiltskin!”
She goes here and goes there and this way and that then wonders why bother
All she ever does is push forward with a smile and grin
But in this world she no longer fits
So she finds the magic that takes her away
To a place where it’s nothing but pure bliss
Dragons and Mermaids, Werewolves and Fae
For then the child finally feels free
Away from all the things that caused her grief
There she climbs along the tree
And sleeps upon a little brown leaf
For now in a world that she finally belongs
As her own wings slip out
Gently fluttering until they flutter no more