The Fight for Fairytales
I went to play on my swingset
Only to realize I was too big
The memories my siblings and I had made
Slowly rusted away
I touched each chain on the tire
I whispered the secrets we shared
Walking over broken toys
Remembering how we treated each one with care
How could we let our natures mature?
Had we gotten to old for dragons and fairies?
Or had the storybook chapter simply ended
And now reality had taken fantasy's place?
This poem is about:
Me
My family