Snow May Fall but it Always Rises (A Poem)

Snow May Fall but It Always Rises

She sleeps, encased in glass, trapped by jealousy.

Surrounded by seven, drowned by sadness for the loss of a friend.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Look what you’ve done?

Stirring the pot, speaking your devious into existence.

Evil queen, full of fury, blinded by jealousy.

Abuse of a gift, tainting of the fruit, in the name of harm

All for the sake of your beauty.

Will she ever see the sun again? Or feel it?

Will the color ever come back to her cheeks?

She’s lying, skin white as the snow.

She sleeps quietly waiting for her prince to wake her up,

With the cure of true loves kiss.