Monday, February 1, 2010

Like Cinderella

I feel
like Cinderella
standing 
on the empty
ballroom floor
holding
both my slippers
and wondering 
what 
to
do
now

This was not
how the story
was 
supposed
to 
end


5 comments:

Rachel said...

I love it... really =)

Anonymous said...

I like your poem. Good news is that's not the end to your story. I know it must now feel like that right now though. I love you.

Rebecca =) said...

You are right, Emily. And while it does feel sometimes like it's the end of the story, I know you are right and it is not. =)

Gayle Crookston said...

Hey, Emily stole my thought. Ditto.

Anonymous said...

Wow. That was a really really good poem.
Kind of like really really dark chocolate.