Awaiting Fairytales Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

I sit here solemnly.

Attempting to draw up a beauty that is foreign to me.

Only for your enticement.

Why should I?

Smile meekly, bring back my lashes in a flutter?

You know I’m not that sort of girl.

Paint like an artist on his easel,

To show all my storms of emotions.

The only thing I pray for

Is for your arrival.

I pray within my heart that today,

Will be a different sort of day.

A magical one.

Just one.

Need not the effort to make all others such as this one,

If it be.

I am doing well,

At least in the recesses of your mind.

But in my mind,

Whom am I?

How I do I feel?

Stranger stares back at me,

Pleading,

Don’t bring the sunshine.

Just not this one day.

Just one day of gray clouds at play,

So that I can curl at your side

As babes do in the wombs of their mothers.

And feel that same security.

How jealous am I of them.

Oh those silly little notions.

But I beg of you,

Bring this one day.

Just one.

A genuine fairytale.