I searched for rainbows, pots of gold,
So eager to see life unfold.
I trusted devils in disguise,
Fresh and naive, believed the lies.
Was romanced by a charming prince,
Been Cinderella ever since.
I watched bold arrogance succeed,
Politely smiled, felt my heart bleed.
I slew the dragon, thought it dead,
But it still rears its ugly head.
A hero’s path I sought to tread,
Found disillusionment instead.
Copyright © 2012 Norma Martiri
“Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy — the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.”
— Eric Hoffer “The Passionate State of Mind”