Poem: Fairy Tales

[sherlockian_syn]

The tree is waiting.
He is waiting.
Everyone is waiting.

I have been given
a moment to breathe
all alone.
This dress—the dress.
Green trim, flowers
grown from thread,
an ivory ocean draped
around my full frame.
I pull back the veil

and sigh in disbelief.

Once upon a time,
in a far off time and place,
I believed in many things.
But not this. Not in this dress,
not in this day. Not in him.

But the universe
will always surprise you.

I brush the hair out of my eyes,
take a deep breath.
A new chapter of my life
is starting here and now.

And so I turn the page.

He is waiting.
The tree is waiting.
I am no longer waiting.