A Fairy Tale...Sort Of Poem by grace mariner

There was a girl trapped inside the worn body of an old woman.
Her heart, many times broken, was pieced together with wire, and twine, and some duck tape.
She was told that certain words were not allowed so she only said her love yous on windy days.
Her hope was that they would be carried away from her and perhaps land on the ears of someone who needed or wanted to hear them.
She would strain with cupped ears to hear the echo return, but the echo never came.
Much of the time she only felt half alive.
But even though she was a mere ghost of the girl she had hoped to be, the light never left her green eyes.
She had wondrous dreams!
And no matter how life had chiseled and whittled at that heart, it held fast with its wire, and twine, and duck tape!
She dreams that love still exists and stirs even a damaged heart and soul with such intensity, that it changes the very landscape of that old, worn body!
The heart beats as if its never known pain!
The soul is worthy!
The physical terrain responds like it truly belongs to that girl who dwells inside, with hardened flesh and a delicious oozing of desire!
Her damaged self disappears, replaced by her authentic self, lost so long ago.
Her dream lover is not Prince Charming.
It is not perfection she seeks or desires.
It is real she craves.
A man who carries scars of many righteous battles fought.
A man of strength and passion.
And in all of that strength, there would exist a kindness of heart and spirit.
With the courage of a lion, the strength of a dragon, and the heart of a lover.
And although the old woman knew she was once again too late,
the young girl would rebel!
She would rattle and stir, and create such a ruckus so as to lose all such notions of common sense,
making them vanish into thin air!
After all, common sense has nothing to do with dreams or fairy tales...