This Story

16 Jun 2000

I want to write this story.


It began as a scream – 
some silenced cry for help
that yearned to be heard
as I couched the truth in fictive hand
to show the bruises
wrapped about this heart.


It is becoming a story of strength – 
one I wish to tell with a smile
whilst I weep over lost childhoods,
healing tears of regret
and the beginnings of happiness.


I wish it to be a fairytale – 
full of knights gallant 
and fair damsels rescued
by the caring hand,
yet know that the sword must be wielded 
by my own strong heart
and that I must be
my own savior. 



© 2000, Tara Tambolleo