As The Fairytale Walls Crashed

The castle walls crumbled around my feet,

I felt no fear. Holding the illusion,

these walls had protected me, for so long,

it was wondrous that their death set me free.

Peer through the dusty haze as each layer

tumbles to the ground, now my vision cleared.

 

From the time of childhood, I saw clearly

my little cottage with babes at my feet.

A white picket fence surrounding layers

of flowers. Now I know it was only an illusion

and that dreams must be allowed to fly free.

Yet, it is for you that I still so ardently long.

 

My arms ache as my bleeding heart longs

for you to shake your foggy brain and clearly

understand that your twisted mind is not free.

I would give anything to sit at your feet

and know that it was no longer an illusion.

I fear that I may never penetrate the layers.

 

Your demons wrapped you deeply in layers

and you have wallowed with them so long

that your reality has become their illusion.

Once the dust cleared and I could see clearly,

I feared that I would never again sit at your feet.

My heart is in chains and can never be truly free.

 

Passion’s flames silently beg to be set free

from the suffocating madness, like layers,

that held me. Slowly I struggled back to my feet,

took a breath of fresh courage, it had been so long.

Gradually my vision returned so clearly

and now I knew it was all your illusion. 

 

Once I stepped out of your wicked illusion,

I tried to bring you, too, so you could be free.

You couldn’t stand to see so clearly

and pulled back inside the multiple layers

that had held you prisoner for so long.

I walked away on saddened feet. 

 

The horrid illusion was made of many layers.

The fight to be free was a battle lifelong.

The solution is clear once up on your feet.