Tag: Story

My Story—Part II

I’d given up the wishes regarding my own story
And I thought I’d at least be the person I had bettered,
That’s all that I still wanted: to still have my core values,
Which I’d attained through hardships and years of self-improvement.
 
I thought that I’d at least have the old me to fall back on,
Since I had tried and failed to face so many fears.
It seems, though, that I’m meant to experience oblivion
Whenever I’m about to define my new-found features.
 
Forget what I had wanted—I’ve lost touch with my true self,
And now I’m in a daze and can’t seem to find my way back.
I call out in the tempest, but all my cries are muffled…
The teller of my story has long ago been silenced…

– Patricia

My Story—Part I

Oh, I wanted my story to be that of a hero,
Of someone who defeated the struggles and the villains.
I wanted greatness, purpose and hope—all these united,
And I could see the ending with happiness and magic.

I wanted great adventures, with friends and magic creatures,
Togetherness, a promise that we would last forever.
I wanted truth and laughter, a family, a smile:
Everything that resembled my soul’s utmost desire.

I wanted dreams of silver, of sparks of life and stardust,
Courage and endless stories of facing fears and darkness,
Wisdom and exploration; to never cease believing;
Me as myself forever, an undefeated spirit.

– Patricia

Once Upon a Sky

Now this is the story of beings of wonder,
Of daughters of magic, of sons of the light.
The story of children who learned to grow fond of
True life and true laughter, which now they unite.

One night, when the shadows began to grow larger,
When valses of anger they started to dance,
The moon saw the evil which wanted to gather
And down sent her children to make a brave stand.

On bright rays of magic descended the daughters,
On bright veils of moonlight descended the sons,
Together defying the black vengeance waters
The evil had summoned, which covered the ground.

A battle of seconds, of light and of darkness,
A battle unheard of, of life and of death.
In silence, the children defeated the blackness
And only the moonlight—sweet, tender—was left.

On magic ascended the children of stardust,
As stars once more welcomed the beings of truth.
The sky once again was a welcoming canvas,
A story of wonder, of hope—unsubdued.

– Patricia