Sorry! I can't seem to shake this theme at the moment! I must get my nose back in the Complete Works of Shakespeare and leave the fairytale analysis alone... But before I do, here's one for the road!
There is nothing more forgiving,
more entwined with daily living and dying
and the frantic crying out we do
to those from whom,
ever so repeatedly,
we find ourselves apart.
There is nothing colder,
out there alone
than the jaded wisdom,
of other broken hearts…
My mother said I’d find this
I’d meet someone like you.
But I’ve met, not one, but many fools,
each the same,
and I know how this ends,
I know the way you twist and bend
all that’s good and safe
til nothing is the same as once
it was. I have met many a frog
and I know this: princes don’t exist.
They’re frightened knights,
sent into battle far too young,
and the world is ruthless, for no one tells them,
all they really have to fight for
Okay...I promise to go read Shakepeare now... ;-)