Julianna May

The shadows on my wall dance at night,
They tell stories of handsome princes and trying fights.
Daring girls who long to escape
The world they see for a different landscape.
Little boys who are all that they can be,
After their role model says “don’t end up just like me.”
These shadows inspire me to tell
Every single story that puts me in a spell.
But as I put my pen to the paper,
The words disappear like a vapor;
Like trust once it is lost,
And cannot be gotten back, no matter the cost.
So the stories will live on in my memories:
My own wonderful reveries.