Cinderella (A Modern Tale)

Clawing out from the smokey embers
She reaches upward
Toward her dream

The past, it cannot hold her down
She looks beyond
The rising steam
Her yesterday dictates demise

Tomorrow comes with promises new
She grabs a hold of them
She holds fast

She rises out above the rest
Those who sneered and jeered
Eyes alight with mockery

She is destined for greatness
Now here she rises
A flower sprouting out from the cinders

A queen




Thank you for reading today’s tandem post “Cinderella (A Modern Tale)”.  Please mosey on over to Celeste’s page to read her take on the title.  See you next week.

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