Day…..After Day

High above

stars paint the sky

dead pricks of light

incapable of producing wish fulfillment

no matter how much one hopes.

Fingers crossed

toes too

luck must come to me…..

I never broke a mirror.

I never walked beneath a ladder.

I found a four leaf clover.

Magic…..

right?

I loath to give up

to admit to defeat

that reality is the truth

there is no wonder left to discover.

No dancing under the waves.

No dancing above the clouds.

Grey

bleak

empty life

day…..

after day…..

after day.

Skies once colored rose and gold

a world full of joy

of beauty

I danced then

I spun dreams

believing

wanting the fairy tale ending.

Grey dust

empty husk

broken

shattered

day…..

after day…..

after day…..

til death do me part.

©June 10/19

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