I used to be told bedtime stories
when I was little.
Fairies, princesses, all things
Fairy tale.
My grandmother would tuck me in
and make me believe in mythical
beings that roamed the earth for
all eternity.
Slowly I came to realize the
actuality of the harsh world.
I no longer imagined that I would
one day stumble upon a fairy ring
or a castle hidden in the woods.
I realized that it was no longer
an option.
Fairies, princesses, goblins, and princes
no longer populated of my thoughts.
I no longer knew what I wanted.
But now, thinking back to my grandmother and
her tales,
I miss the mythical creatures of my childhood
And wish I could believe in them one last time.
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Followed and Other Poems
PoetryThis chapbook consists of poems written in Junior year of college for an advanced poetry class. I wouldn't be where I am if it wasn't for the best poetry teacher ever, Lou Gallo <3
