Sometimes
I wish that life could be
a fairytale.
Simple questions,
simple answers
with heroes and heroines.
we could cheer them on from the sidelines
assured that, in the end,
they will all live happily ever after.
But,

life is no fairytale
and walking this earth
is decidedly cruel.
Our heroes become villains
our heroines, flawed,
and we stumble alone in the dark
holding our little candles of hope,
shielding them from the storm.
Questions, so many questions,
so often the answer is silence.
life moves on, unyielding,
no fairytale, no promise
of happily ever after.
Oh light in the darkest night
shine about your children.
we are all lost and we cannot find the way home.