Cinderella Pain
Cinderella Pain
Born for fame, to be a princess
Her gown hangs in the closet
A fine tiara and glamour shoes
Ready to see the glories of a grand ball
She knows that there is more than
these four walls, and the sanctions of control
She shines, she polishes and dusts
Others all around her are going.
She longs to escape the smallness of her life
And as she looks in the mirror
All she sees is pain
Cinderella pain!
Her beauty lies buried in a hole so deep
it is hidden beneath the rubble
Pushed aside, forgotten
No longer can be seen
The bruises on her face no longer show
The deep gashes in her spirit
Freely bleed and pour out through her troubled eyes
One drop at a time,
Sparingly, when no-one looks.
She dares to rise in hope
Gathering herself for better things
Brushing off the dust,
she tries to clean her face
As she puts on the makeup and combs her hair
She looks over her shoulder
To see if she can escape even for a night…
If she could just attend the ball…
Surely her prince would come.
And choose her from the crowd.
She dreams of loves pure kiss…
And living in a castle
Happily ever after, or so the story goes…
She settles for a good book instead and loses all her dreams
For one such as herself the ashes cannot rise
Happily ever after, is only in the fairy tales
She sips the wine of loneliness and dreams of castles and princes
Perhaps another day?
Her Cinderella pain is all she knows.
Grace Daub written Feb7, 2022
Copyright © Grace Daub | Year Posted 2022
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