The Battle for a Fairytale

Once when I was 5, I dreamt of being a princess. I dreamt that I'd have one of those Disney fairytales where the princess is swept off her feet by some knight in shining armour. Soon after, that dream was wiped off clean from my dream board. In one life altering moment, I never dreamt of being a princess again, no fairytales for me, thanks. I learnt that I needed to be a warrior. And at since then, "need" triumphed "want".

I wanted to be a samurai. A knight. An untamed cyclone of sorts. Unfathomable strength and dedication. I persevered to prove my own grit to myself, and everyone around me, because that's what life was back then, pretence.

Little did I know though, there was still a princess hidden away in the darkness of my own mind. No, I didn't need an evil monster holding me up in my fairytale. I was the devil with no horns.

The princess suffocated, she wept and cursed, caged in the prison of my mind. She wished upon every burning impulse for a ray of sun to befall her golden locks. Or just a chance to frolic in the orchard. Maybe even play with the ponies. She just needs to breathe in the fresh air for a minute.

And the warrior, she fought every single war, every goddamn minute.. and she's tired of holding down the fort. The war cry makes her tremble. The sight of this bloodbath agitates her soul. She just wants to rest in her father's lap one more time.

Alas, the tragedy of mind and soul, what wouldn't I give to set them free! The princess, I'd let her breathe. The warrior, I'd let her sleep. If only I knew how I revived the dream I killed ages ago...

Maybe that's how fairytales are made though, there are no princes and princesses, but several conflicting states of mind? And maybe, if luck has it, I'll write the end to my fairytale, when the war ends, the warrior will rest, and the knight in shining armour will finally sweep the princess off her feet.

Amen.