I cannot recall each story I read,
each story I heard, during childhood
but I do recall that each implied
in the end, bad succumbs to good.
I never questioned the truth of it,
until most recent years
as tales & fables gave way to the real
& disenchantment led to tears.
For if this was true,
then it made no sense
for my honest display
to fetch pretense
I cannot, for instance, for a second believe,
that my hope deserved a stab more than once
the first time I thought it was fate at play
on what do I blame the second chance?
Is it that I’m blind to my own faults?
I think it not to be the case,
for each night before I sleep,
I turn my own worst critic, for goodness sake!
I make amends, I fail again
I win myself over each day,
I realize I may have hurt a few,
but that’s a debt I most repay.
None of the fairy tales I heard,
had parts full of such despair
wherever I look, whatever I find
misery, heartache, resentment, are there.
It’s only now, that I realize
that what they taught was a thought mislead
it is never good that wins over bad,
let me replace that word, in every book I read.
For people are never good or bad,
they are either honest or they’re not,
for what prevails is not good, but the truth
that’s what life always taught.
The truth uncovers itself,
in manners most perverse
it hits you when you’re least prepared,
to make matters worse.
So I end the game of charades today,
as I gain a new meaning to life,
goodness is an illusion, it is truth that shall prevail
With that, I end my longest strife.