Sleeping Beauty

A poem...

She is my Sleeping Beauty,

But I am no Prince Charming.

I wielded the Sword of Truth

And the Shield of Virtue,

But after true love’s kiss,

She did not awaken.

Instead, she remains asleep and

Locked in her chamber,

Unaware of what life could have been.

The burden is now mine to bear - alone -

As I search the Earth for a different ending.

What happens when the fairy tale turns Grimm?

I rise. I fall. I live.

I find new mountains to climb, new dragons to slay,

yet all along bereft of heart.

I left that at her feet, hoping that one day

She might awaken to find

The part of me that belonged to her.