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Glass slippers are definitely Not comfortable

 

I fear for my unborn child, who I am already in love with

For my impending marriage, which according to statistics is practically doomed

I fear for my mother’s mental health, which is directly linked to my own

These unreasonable headaches, which have me entirely consumed

 

Do I ignore my connection with music, and settle for a more practical profession

Do I pretend the awkward between us is normal, and not pay attention

Do I rely on Rocky Road to stuff a lonely night

Should I compare my legs to her legs, her thighs hit the pavement tight

 

Can I call him first or is that wrong, but what if I really like him?

How often should I obsessively probe my body parts for lumps to avoid sickness?

What happens if I mess this up, this only life we have to live

What happens if I pick the wrong choice, and am stuck to live with the consequences?

 

So do we find a partner, and dance the dance

Or sit the whole thing out?

I want to believe in my fairy tale

But I’ve got Cinderella all figured out

— stavroula, Apr 03, 2010

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Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Stavroula

thoughts provoking more thought, good poem I only have on crit and thats the length of some of your lines if you broke some of the longer ones down I believe it would give certain lines more power ...plus its more reader friendly just a suggestion btw congrates if I read the poem right kind regards Jayne-Chloe
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RobertKnott

16 years 2 months ago

Hi.

Yes, thought provoking indeed. By all means, dance the dance! The alternative is to sit life out? Magic? ok. One day, i was returning from lunch and happened across a dead male goldfinch who had run into a window and most likely broke it's neck. a co-worker saw it and said "what are you going to do about it?" i said nothing , but decided to wait to see if nature needed to use it in its own way. the next morning i got to work early, prepared to get rid of the bird should need be. it was still there. so i buried it . two hours later, while outside at break, a female goldfinch landed on my pantleg for a brief second and looked right at me in a sort of quizzical way then flew off. never had that happen before or since. have you? does it have meaning? these are the things that inspire us to write. so.... the fact that you are doing so means you are not indifferent. please continue. R. (p.s. the suit is very thick double layer wool worn over wonderfully soft linen layers.)

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