Ella
There she scrubs , left to offend
Those who had no problem to condemn
For disowned for love,
she is left crying
For he left, damning
Her to provide
For a child
Her family will not recognize
At nineteen
She is seen
As a fiend
As tears surge
As she is left to be swallowed
By the demons that surround
She believes she will drown
Until she see him walk down
Holding on to the white trim
Of the stairwell
To free her from a life
That showed no time
For love
Holding her singular missing heel
A remnant of the night before
When kind woman transformed an Uber
To a magic pumpkin that would lift
Her and her son to another life
From the current that aimed to smother them
Releasing her
From a life of pain
With his eyes
Trained on hers, blue as sky,
Her knight,
Her prince
Asks her to be his princess
And only then does she feel
To live to the Fairytale she was named afterward
Cinderella
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