first light,

i am...


i awaken to the work that awaits me in the daylight not far.
i take a deep breath.

my hands quiver at the loads they will bear in the nearest hours.
my fingers will drench in the water of washing and rinsing.

my soul shivers at the sound of the wind that blows.
my heart will be caged even before it can roam free.


daylight.
i am...

do i really deserve to be here?
my breathing consists of pure pain and grief.

my hair grows longer, but it is dirty and snagging.
and i watch the other's adorn themselves in their lovely dresses
and mine fades and withers.
jealous? no. i, yet, wish to be dressed in a lovely gown.
in my mother's gown.

and my heart is yet alive. still alive. surviving.


noon.
i am...

what does my name even mean?
i live within a world causing hurt and wounds.
surely, i was not made for this.
surely, this is not my destiny.

yet, today... am i living up to my name.
or so i've been told.
so i am made to think.

a wretched devil over my shoulder
a evil sidekick at her side.
and a tag along... oh, i loathe them all, really.

there is not enough love in my heart for anyone anymore.
or so i think.


today.
i am...


i scrub and scrub, down on my knees
even deep within my self, trying to be rid pain.

the tears fall silently down my face.
as i fall abruptly to the ground.
i've fallen, but haven't even made a sound.


so no one has heard me.
no one can see me.
i am all alone.

and i am haunted by my own shadow.

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this afternoon.
i am...

bending and crouching and
hiding.
i am not able to be rid of the enemies that i live with.
my heart longs to be where my heart is.
but where is my heart?

i long to find it.
maybe one holds it.
i am not sure.




oh, but find me in the highest room in the tallest tower...


but this is not a fairy tail.





my fingers are raw to the bone.
washing and hanging and drying and folding.
and i continue the journey of this day with little hope.














evening.
i am...






rushing and saying goodbye to the ones who are the authors of my torture.
helping them and watching them steal the very precious things.
my very precious things that were given to me.

i have no chest full of beautiful things i hope to be.
all of my hopes and dreams, instead of being fulfilled, have been taken from me.
and all that is left now is nothing.










nothing in my hands.
nothing in my chest.


nothing in my heart.

tonight.
i am....



and i speak with more confidence as i find myself taking a step.
the step of direction.
the step in life that will take you somewhere.
yes. the step onto the carriage.

the step of my future. that is what i take.
it is what i have taken.

judge me. go ahead.
because i've chosen to awaken my dreams.

but tonight, i will be a belle.
a beauty.


midnight.
i am...

my heart has been found.
and also been torn to shreds.

i have my best of friends
he has found out of me.
the one i love.

yes, i am a peasant, worthy of nothing.

i must run.
i must run into the night
before i am seen,
before i am caught.
i will run into my bed of tears and brokeness.
the unshaded moonlight will be my friend.

the resolution of my story...
i have lost my way to your heart.
i thought i had found, but i have lost.

help me see. and bring me back the treasure i have lost...


for tonight


i am... cinderella.

he sees her.

as her face smiles but her heart aloads the burden of life.
he watches her hope dim to silent tears.
and she begins to circle the checkered floor
as the moonlight gazes in from a near bay window.
and beneath her tears, he sees her heart alive
dancing to the rythyms of his heart beat.
he sees her


but she does not see him.
he hides behind his fear of her knowing.
each moment as she passes him by with every turn she makes
his heart poses a challenge to step out and take her hand.
to take her into his arms.
but the fear of rejection is too grave...
so, he sees her

as she ballets the infinity of the hall.
her heart grows heavier... so, she prances in more persuasion.
persuading herself she can be rid of all of her fears
by swaying alive through a hallway.
and he sees her

hiding behind all of her streams of tears
cascades an overflow of brokeness.
her eyes tell a story of pain
but he watches with a hope of resolving her heart.
and he sees her

as she twirls and turns, she falls onto the floor.
as she weeps ever so hard,
he runs, forgetting all of his fear...
to her rescue.

aiding her from the fall
he firms her in his arms.
he brushes back her hair from her face
wiping a tear from her cheek
she looks up in surrender
so vulnerable. she has been caught.

and into his eyes she sees
the man of her rescue.
but now, she sees him.

yet, all is well...
because he sees her.

a vivid clearing appears in the distance
as the morning clears the erstwhile explosive skies
the dawn opening awakens mist arising
upon the candscent horizon.

and it arises.
the combinations of smoke and fog.

cumbustions in the sky.
the ecstasy of every eye

there she glows.

she glows like the morning sun.
wasting her childish fears in the evening's complete
she dreams like the stars are her eyes
and breathes every breath in her heart.

awaiting her time. awaiting her chance.
awaiting the moment again her heart will dance.

there's a broken side to see
the way of a being's soul.

there's a wonder that you've missed
the way of her innocent heart.

the angelic tones in her voice
speak of all to come.

spilling her heart out
she is not average.

she is more than a beauty
she is a love.

she is more than fashionable
she is gentle.



and there she glows.
she glows like the sun.
and she will dance like there's no tomorrow.