tell me a story.

my fingers feel cold.
but the blood rushing across my face...
is hot and it strikes me with an overpowering sensation.

the young boy asks his mother for a bedtime story,
she recollects her day. reminisces. remembers.
she falls upon memories that had been labeled,
"to be forgotten". but no tragedy is ever forgotten.

"once upon a time..."
she begins her story to her young son,
about princes and princesses...
about battles her lover's won.

but the reality of this story is nonexistant.
her lover battled her. beat her. trashed her.
fought her and fought her good and hard,
until she labeled him, "to be forgotten".

the boy's eyes light up as the story fills the air,
he can see the fire breathing dragon and it's slayer.
innocent and young, he cannot see what remains...
hidden beneath the words, there is only pain.

"he saved her and they lived happily ever after."
the boy claps and squeals with smiles and laughter.
in the mother's life, the hero was none.
and in noticing that these memories could not be out run...

she stopped herself.
catching her breath, feeling faint.

the young boy's eyes as he reached out for her hand,
it meant so much to her. more than he would ever understand.
she struggled so much but now it was clear,
as long as she had that boy, there was nothing to fear.

share your hearts with everyone,
[you've got nothing to lose.]