Strikeout

Fairytales are far from fair, as she wishes and waits with those long golden locks

Never really knowing who's coming and going, but hoping he’s handsome and almost done growing.

The glamour, the shoe, the tick tock till 12, gives all the adrenaline to falling in love.

All this tall tale happiness is fairly great, but does it last when she awakes?

The bells will chime; the city will roar with joy and magic underheard of.

The husband and wife give their lives to each other; a king, a daughter, and a graceful mother.

The city sees greatness, but there's an emptiness to it.

Her long golden locks blinded her sight to the world; she wasn't just a wife and a mother, but a girl.

Life is short; it’s a the clichè truth, but am I wrong to say she skipped to end?

She wished and waited for a husband she doesn’t know, not having independence or anything to show

for her waiting and wishing; she never really lived.

It sounds vivid and slightly abstract, but in a lot of ways she didn't  know how to act.

She doesn't know who she is, only who she hopes to be.

A good mother and wife can only please, if she's confident and fearless to oversee the home with great ease.

The husband is mature and happy to see his wife excel and never settle for less than the best; otherwise why did he come for her rescue?

Sure of herself, joyful, with beauty and grace, this is what the world sees as what is worthy of taking up its space.

Women who are strong and understand their worth, seems more like a magical feat than being rescued from a ten story tower.

The days are long and the struggles are continuous, but the days on earth are wandering and curious.

Let this fairytale be a reality, because love and life is not meant to be a strikeout.