A Stone Wall

The night in the shining armor is a lie. You might find him, you might think that the words coming out of his mouth are the truth. But don’t you go being fooled by him and his honey like tongue. While all the stories are of the knight in shining armor, rescuing the princess, there is no truth in that tale.

My dear readers, let me recap and tell you of a tale. This tale is an old one, the princess fell in love with the knight in shining armor. He came riding on his white tall stallion, his words were sweet as honey, his smile enchanting as the old wives’ magic. It captured my heart, it stole my breath away and took me on a ride on his strong stallion.

But what I didn’t know is the pain that came with riding on that horse. Ever gone to the gym, and tried out every machine available there. While working out, you don’t feel the pain in your muscles. But the next day, you will realize the pain you put your body through. You won’t be able to move. Your breath will catch every time a sore muscle is used.

That is what the pain on riding a horse, which is too big and fast for you feels like. Knights in shining armor have all the trappings of being a sweet looking fruit which is really sour. This knight came to me and offered me the world. Yes there were shortcomings but we decided to face them together. When the ride came to a stop, by him pushing me off the horse, the pain was excruciating.

The knight rode on leaving me in the dark with no light to guide me forward. The pain has yet to go away. I hear the horse and the knight and the hooves on a daily basis. The wound gets cut open every day. Again and again the pain can be felt afresh. There is no harm in admitting it.

 But, me being the ruler of a kingdom myself, kept my head held and ruled my kingdom. The kingdom flourished without any distractions. Which is a great plus, ladies beware of knights in shining armor trying to distract you from ruling your kingdom.

But in the dark of the night, the voice is missing. That feeling of having someone is missing. No matter the great achievements, that need to share is still there. There is a weariness in the bones. Which seem to have settled in and seems to not want to leave. There is nothing like feeling alone in the dead of the night. The weather might change but the need to feel the warmth is still there.

The wound opens up everyday and I stitch it back together. The nausea due to the pain rises up till my throat, and I push it back down, every bloody day. Over time I feel that this too shall pass. Like every storm that has ever come to roar in my life. But I feel enough is enough. I feel like I have finally turned to stone after being dropped by the knight in shining armor.