Cinderella’s Slipper Trail - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
Now Cinderella had lost her fella; this-, of course, was her unfaithful dad.
Many bad things can happen, in life, without a 'family launching pad.'
Those dreaded wicked step-kin, sadly came in, bossing her night-and-day.
Still, she had good memories and serenely read 'her rainy days away.'
Developing herself from within, she grew to be smart and so wise…
Quite unimpressed when the Prince pranced by, as also did a few other guys.
Ashamed of her lot, being servant to those of her house, and their games,
She disguised her true-self, til true-love 'and the right-time' had its frame.
One day, while dreaming, her house split and she fell into a parallel world of two.
Thus, her house had fallen down on her foes; leaving glimmering bright red shoes.
These shoes were made for walking, an angel said that day; leading to a new-way!
Awakening, her wicked kin gone, those shoes remained “to never lead her astray.”
Was the power in shoes, or in her positive view to love, that she could now sing?
Those shoes were easily seen in the dark forest; even by some Princely King.
So the moral to this story, is simply, never underestimate the power of new shoes;
Nor a Love, through some familiar path, in a lone dark forest, with dreams of two…
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