They say that the devil is in the details. True love and forever seem real said aloud.
We have been poisoned by these fairy tales.
What once warmly embraced is now just a shroud
that shadows my vision as the light pales
and blocks out the warmth like a passing cloud.
Hope’s wings will carry me above the pain
when “happily ever after” fails … again.
Though tattered and torn, I will once more fly
for wings, like broken hearts, will mend in time.
I’ll soar without restraint in a sun-filled sky,
remembrance abandoned as upward I climb.
The past will recede with a final good-bye
like traces of winter melt in the springtime.
Hope’s wings will carry me above the pain
when “happily ever after” fails … again.
An entry for "Monthly Poetry Contest" [E]
Prompt: Happily Ever After
Form: Ottava Rima A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is has a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme: abababcc. Subsequent octives must follow rhyme pattern but not the same rhymes.
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