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As The Story Says


The Fairy-tale 

"Once upon a time, far away across the Caribbean Seas in a tiny island, a family of four little girls played in the sun. They lived with their mother alone as their dad went away to seek his fortune, never to return. The girls were taught about the continents, geography, romantic dreams and of course, the reality of life..."
This story could be the beginning of any one of the fairy-tales, or  Enid Blyton Stories, but it is real. Life for many children growing up when I was younger was a romantic dream of sorts on many days. We lived on stories of fairies because we were part of the Girl Guide movement, and storytelling was the way we learned about right and wrong, good and bad. There were also stories from local folklore which seemed to give credence to the existence of  a magical kingdom. Even attending bible study and Sunday Mass seemed  to be a part of the fantasy conspiracy we called reality.
It was not until I turned ten or eleven years old, my magical world dissolved. It left me unsure and sad, but only for a moment.Life moved onto a different fantasy by my fourteenth year. My mother was an avid reader of 'love storybooks' such as Mills & Boon and Harlequin Historical Romances, and I would sneak to 'borrow' her books secretly.

       Many Years Later

Fast forward to over thirty-five years later. Yes, a lot can happen in that time including spy thrillers and stories of espionage! Here is some poetry to fill in the gaps written in 2009. 

As The Story Says....

There was a lot of time spent believingthat life was indeed
a fairy tale.
It would get bad before it got better or worse
so making the silly mistakes was necessary.
It was a rite of passage to get to
where we wanted be.
Destiny was sure if you could endure..
So we chose the ones who,
pretended to love us
could not love us
never would truly adore us
and we accepted that everything would be okay.
On a white horse, or flying through the cloudsour dream would float in.
Correcting all the wrongs as,
we slipped on the right slipper finally,
or agreed to kiss that awful frog who would change.
Because we were thought to think
and believe in good prevailing over evil
but the bad should come first...
And slowly we accepted an unjust faithembracing possibilities that were never real.
Then the wolf came and blew the house down
And we ate the poisoned apple
and fell into an unnaturally acceptable sleep,
waiting for the beast, to present the rose
or the witch to become a porcelain beauty
without flaw.
By law we gained nothing and lostall the dreams.
Wishing for the avenging duel
to take place,
to correct and make right
all our wrong decisions.
Finally we prayed, maybe we prayed all along
To a God we believed
could not hear, would not hear
our weary cries from the heart.
Until we believed
and accepted our life
His life
We remained alone, hopelessly holding onto a faithhidden by the hills in our heart.
But the seas rose, and the waves
covered our shores,
of pain, sadness, disbelief and vanity.
Till we swarm to the shore
embracing our father
not a fable
or fairy-tale
but the blood that was given
setting us free
Giving a new reality
A life no longer bounded
By fairy-tale history.
As this story of life unfolds there is much to laugh at and reminisce on. Do I still believe in fairy-tales, yes I do! I believe in many fairy-tales with a glass of wine and some popcorn  at the movies, and you can add a slice of chocolate cheesecake to complete the dream!
Thank you for reading and engaging, and I hope you managed a smile as you remember your favorite fairy-tale!.
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DWordslayer
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