The one written in the dark ink of bitterness
Upon pages of mistrust.
How did I come to believe in that tale?
Where vulnerability is condemned as a villain
And chased away into darkness by puritanical, cold winds of judgement.
How did I come to believe in that story?
The one where no one is happy,
And never can be happy.
I am re-writing the stories I once believed
For I have had enough of stories of lack
stories of separation
stories of betrayal and failure.
I am re-writing the old tales
I am creating new stories
with less drama
and more laughter.
in which bright hues of harmony
Splash across the soft parchment of trust
that are read to me
in voices of unconditional love.
where happiness is not relegated to just the beginning or the end
but where happiness is the story.
It is time for new stories
for me to believe in.