Chiku Diaries

 What if Jack never planted the beanstalk seed? What if Cinderella's fairy never came in her need? What if the Beast was never cursed at all? What if no pixie dust answered tinker bell's call? What if the lamp held no genie inside? What if Sofia's pendant was a jewel with no light? What if Peter had never met Wendy that night? What if Rapunzel's hair held no magical light? Would fairy tales still find their way, Or fade like dreams at break of day? Perhaps magic isn't spells above, Or fairy wings or hearts in love. It's little miracles, quiet and true, Scattered in the life we journey through. The ones that fill our hearts with cheer, Yet pass unnoticed year by year

 They call me God's strongest soldier. Perhaps because no prayer returns Only silence, cold and older. Each grief arrives, another stone, Until its weight becomes my own; My ribs forget what light has known. Still I stand. Not out of courage. Not out of pride. I begged for spring, You sent the tide. I asked for dawn, You dimmed the sky. Yet here I am, too worn to fly. For even ruin, bruised and small, Has simply never learned to fall.