Barefoot Cinderella


My heart breathes as the day ends,
She knows she doesn't need to run after deadlines or messages or becoming someone to fill the void they left behind
She could just be for a few hours before the pumpkin turns into a carriage that will take her to the grand ball once again
The Grand Ball where she must wear the heaviest of dresses and paper crowns to show the world she matters
She looks for her reflection..
Is she the lights moving past, just a flicker in this life?
Is she the red lights, holding herself back?
Or is she the setting sun, painting this blue world pink and orange for a few minutes with her will to just...live?
To live and just live.
To walk, because she can.
To breathe, because she can.
To smile because she can.
Or will none of the shoes fit her?
Will she forever run barefoot on the coal yearning for warmth and hiding from the chimes of midnight as she chases it?

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