Beautiful with childlike innocence,
Marked to be princess,
Plucked from the obscurity of
naivety,
Thrust into the world stage,
To meet the rising demands of
providence and prominence,
Princess to a prince who appeared
to have it all,
Stuff only read in fairy tales,
Becoming true in real life...
But stubborn doubt stole the
certainty of her vows,
Yet she was quick to dismiss them,
She had come too far,
It was easier to ignore the signs
of future trouble,
Than to confront the begging
warning signs,
So in stead of running away from
trouble,
She walked down the isle,
Prince and princess,
Set on a futile journey,
To pin down an elusive 'happy ever
after',
Neither effort nor time,
Was a good enough ally,
Against all odds,
Despite mind boggling endurance,
In the midst of unspeakable
loneliness,
The sailing ship of marriage,
Which sought the promised bliss of
prince wedded to princess,
Hit an iceberg of built up deceit,
With damages too serious for the ship to
survive,
And once again this was proof,
That fairy tales are fairy tales,
And real life is real life,
And in real life,
Things only work,
Following an indefatigable hard
work,
Wedded to smart work,
Powered by the awful grace of God!
Sweet spot to have fun working hard and smart.
Sweet spot to have fun working hard and smart.
Brussels © November 2014 afesehngwaHilary
