Sayonara, Cinderella

For years, I built the flag-

stones of my public persona

precisely aiming

for some enchanted evening

to entice a partnership

in the way of fairytales

the nebulous happily ever after

an unexamined spectre

— who does that?

Today my mother claims

I look like a witch

my silver hair curling

just to my waist.

I want to delve deeper

than appearances

to this new love

brimming, hopeful,

all the scorned and feared

fragments roiling up

for their share.

I am holding space

for the multitudes

of missed opportunities,

prying open the slammed

doors, mindful

each step a celebration

of the utter messiness

in these growth spirals.

Finally I feel

the despair, the longing,

the frustrated repressions

all here, in this moment

I see me.

Inspired by #OctPoWriMo Day 23 See Me, Enchant, Spectre, Partnership, Flag and Public

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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