It has been decades.

Time spent doing all I never wanted to.

I have been worked to the bone.

Know better than to ask for better for it could never happen

Trapped by limits I never decided upon.

Yet still I dream of a Cinderella moment.

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I dream of a miracle.

A switch in fate.

Equalization of effort.

Freedom from the harm that seeks me.

Freedom to explore my own potential.

Set free by a fairy godmother.

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I don’t even ask for it to be permanent.

A single day or night would be a moment.

That clear pristine moment that everything felt right.

A time where the world felt right.

A wish given answer.

Heard and blessed.

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That moment may never come.

There is only one Cinderella after all.

And if a fairy godmother existed, I would have been answered a long time ago.

So I just continue handling my struggles.

Daydreaming in between my aches and pains.

Thinking of that wonderful Cinderella moment.