I used to believe in happily-ever-after.

After each ending, I glimpsed into the crystal ball, waiting for it to roll around. I saw twirling bands of colors, blues mixing with purples whites clashing with black, red, merging with yellow, green dancing with all of those.

I saw her after the salsa of those vibrant colors. I looked into her dark brown irises which waited to bare its depths. I spotted some crinkles underneath her eyes that usually folded into themselves as she smiled; showing her easily missed shallow dimples, a flash of teeth and a twinkle in her dark eyes.

I was my own happily-ever-after.

I stopped believing in those when I realized that I hold the weapon to my own fate.

I can either accept it, live with it or be happy with it.

Or, I can fight with my own fate, till my death, when I would die as a soldier or a martyr.

I will always be my happily-ever-after.

I can leaf through my surroundings, and wage in an internal war, where my brain and heart partake, my soul the battlefield for them to create their marks, slashes of blood and gore.

I will be my happily-ever-after.

I can write, denting sheets, as I stab the nails with my hammer, linked to my heart with a tiny thread called pragmatism.

I can leave my own mark in this world, once I wear my battle scars, exposed for the world to see the foliage of hurt and destruction.

I will be my happily-ever-after.

I stopped believing in happily-ever-after, because whatever I do, will only take me to one place.

Myself.

I have to find happiness and peace within myself. I have to scratch the past with my own scrub and plant flowers that I will water. I have to sow my own seeds which I will reap. I will be the farmer of my land.

I will be my happily-ever-after.

After each poem I write, I sow seeds where a rose would meet sun soon. That's how I feature my own checkpoints.

After each story I write, I would free a caged bird that resided deep within me.By breaking the cage, or the lock;The bird crafts its own rules.

I will always be my happily-ever-after.

I go on planting those roses at each checkpoint, and I might never stop.

I go slowly whilst I chase my own happily-ever-after, and I might do it as long as I live.

My one and only destination is I, and I wish to enjoy the scenes I pass.

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