Once Upon a Time... a tale of seeing good

Death

and Birth-

the two certainties of this tale

for everything between is what we make of it.

Lest it makes us.

 

Once upon a time

a miracle occurred.

Two cells collided

through chance

(and loving care)

two separate entities created another

full of life,

promise,

and hope.

 

As this miracle grew

her environment grew toxic too.

CLANGING!

and

SHOUTING!

and

the tense silence that followed

always.

 

She turned from adolescence

too soon,

from tot to teen.

Yet the environment's tune

transfigured too.

From background to fore,

as understanding from lore.

Once unable to empathize

with creation, her elder.

She now knew.

 

Turned to tune and beat

-blocked out the heat

from once upon a time.

 

In this land of tune and word

she learned.

To Rise Above This

and that it is

Never Too Late.

 

So she took the Fates

into her hands.

And wove her thread anew,

of black and gold.

 

The Black-

to never forget and learn.

The Gold-

to see treasure, her life and world.

 

From then on she sparkled not,

but shone,

from the lessons

that life bestowed.

 

For she could now create this tale

and see the good in all

for everything leads to something,

and something led to all.

 

The tale of this one?

That your world is not as dark

as night's shadows.

But as bright as you make it

as everything in thine own tale

created a miracle.

You.

And never forget the beauty

that lies all around,

lest you let life slumber aground.