you're scared.
because you've always lived
in a fantasy you made up
inside your head;
too scared to step out
and walk in your glass slipper;
too scared to go bare feet
on broken glass.
you were Cinderella
in your daydreams.
you thought and you hoped
that real life worked like fairy tales.
you stayed inside your carriage
and you dreamt.
but could you fly on the backs
of those wingless dreams?
no, not when midnight came
and they began to vanish;
not when your carriage disappeared;
your world.
then, struck by darkness,
you trip and fall into life's abyss,
and your glass slipper shatters;
your heart.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
you're scared.
because you've always lived
in a fantasy you made up
inside your head;
too scared to step out
and walk in your glass slipper;
too scared to go bare feet
on broken glass.
you were Cinderella
in your daydreams.
you thought and you hoped
that real life worked like fairy tales.
you stayed inside your carriage
and you dreamt.
but could you fly on the backs
of those wingless dreams?
no, not when midnight came
and they began to vanish;
not when your carriage disappeared;
your world.
then, struck by darkness,
you trip and fall into life's abyss,
and your glass slipper shatters;
your heart.
All those fairy tales are full of it.
