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Cinderella - the chosen child

Updated on September 5, 2014
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Cinderella

I step out onto the ballroom floor

The room settles into silence

After the sounds of the onlookers

Catching their breaths

And apart from the whispers

Of old maids

Gathered in clusters

Outlining the edges

Of the ballroom

No one is so stunning

In their evening gown as I

No one will ever glisten as I do

Be as soft-footed

Or sure-footed as I am

As soft-spoken as I am –

The lady. The princess.

Where did I come from?

Who am I?

You see...

Chosen children

Never get part of a dream.

Chosen children get it all.

We know that, don’t we.

This is my moment.

I have captivated the audience

I have entertained the passions of princes

And the wildest dreams of young ladies

But you see?

You have seen the soiled linens.

You know that under this guise

Is Cinderella.

No matter how pure and tender

And warm in heart

How shining, sparkling or twinkling at the ball...

Your wall came at the ashes,

At the cinders...

And because that’s all you’ll ever see,

I’ll never have so much fun at the ball

As a chosen child

Was entitled to.


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      Dianna Mendez 2 years ago

      Your words bring a vivid picture to mind and they engaged my attention. It is a lovely thought but the ending is a bit sad. Lots to reflect upon in this Cinderella story.

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      Melissa S Masters 2 years ago from Massachussetts

      Teaches...thank you so much! Yes... as is with life, so many times we see the "bell of the ball" and truly, it seems the entire world is laid out before her, but there is that which cannot be seen but to her soul alone...

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