A Child’s Fantasy
A poem by Jennah Maria
Once upon a blissful youth, I dreamed of adventure
Stories of fairies fighting trolls and tales of dragon gold
Riches beyond number and an incredible journey every slumber
Tales of woe and agony led to endings of mighty victory
Stories to keep you warm at night, stories that bestow an endless delight
Stories for the young and old, stories for the frightened and the bold
Stories full of belief that anything was possible
That even you could be unstoppable
Now I am older and reality has settled in
I no longer dream of adventure or what could have been
I realize now that the world is dark and dreary
That there is no journey for the weary
Reality is a mess of stress and anxiety
It brings us down into an endless pit of adversary
Dark and gloomy, there is no light in the misery
No stories for the fearless
No stories for the meek
No stories full of adventure
No stories full of belief
Now we suffer through our despair;
Wondering to ourselves, how did we get here?
How did we fall from our imagination?
How did we become so full of indignation?
Why are there no heroes seeking glory?
Why does no one believe in a better story?
Yes, the world is not as fun as a child’s fantasy
But that does not mean it’s a hopeless reality
Perhaps the world has fallen astray;
Because no one has moved the clouds away
There’s still joy and hope and love
There’s still angels up above
People smile every day
Miracles happen in every way
Yes it’s true it can be dark and mundane
But with a little bit of wonder and unity;
We can conquer the world under a new community
Life is a story and something new awaits on every page
Your life is not over simply because you are backstage
Beauty lives all around us, if you know where to look
So please, dear dreamers, don’t close the book.