a young maiden
called upon her fairy godmother,
for the very last time.
ugly tears fell from her eyes,
a dazzling chain of diamonds was
falling from her swan-like neck,
she was fitted in a beautiful,
blue, just as that evening, ballgown with
a big hoop skirt underneath,
that even from the surface,
looked like it was going to fall out,
her lacy, sleeves were torn,
and she sat on a pile of moss,
barefoot in the woods.
she cried out to her, so vulnerably,
the girl didn't want anyone to see
her like this but she couldn't
bear to be alone.
"fairy godmother?"
she called out again.
poof.
her fairy godmother appeared
magically in front of her very own eyes.
sparkles fell onto the ground.
"oh, ella."
she sighs.
"i have a question."
"ask away."
"he's all that i have left.
i don't know if i'm in love
with him. i mean, i know
that it's all selfish to think
about after everything
that happened at the ball.
but, what if i don't truly
love him? maybe he is
just here to fill in the empty
void in my heart. he is here
because i have nobody else.
is this love real? perhaps,
i like him because he is the
only one there for me."
her fairy godmother softened at ella,
in her exhausted, heartbroken, vulnerable,
but yet, so strong, state.
the elderly woman looked across the lake,
nearby thoughtfully.
the ends of her lips tugged up, just a little,
forming a small smile,
once she had found her answer.
"i think that is precisely what love is."
