She forgot.
She was so wrapped up
in him, her, they, it.
consumed
by every little thing
that never truly mattered
the matted fur on her head
hadn't been brushed in months
the skin thickening over her bruised heart
and also on her callused fingers
her feet
large yet strong
they kept her steady.
when her hands and breath were shaking
and her eyes strained to focus
and her lungs
Oh her lungs
filled with flowers
so beautiful
yet so suffocating
when she couldn't breathe
her feet held their ground
more like walked on it
and carried her
exactly where she needed to be
even when
especially when her head disagreed
her feet knew
but her brain wasn't dead
she knew one thing was wrong
and one thing only
she forgot who she was
she was so focused on planting beautiful flowers for others to enjoy
she didn't understand the cost
how could she
she couldn't
and that's okay
because truth be told
cinderella needed her fairy godmother.
she couldn't save herself.
and in a world where we are forced to do everything on our own
or we're seen as weak
is the real fairytale
Cinderella and her glass slippers
carried her to her freedom
just as the large strong feet carried this special kind of flower
and buried it in the ground
in hopes that this
this
this could continue to grow
and that the flowers didn't have to be in her lungs anymore
She could now remember
and made one small change to her bouquet
a simple change of a name
to
forget-her-not