"In the deepest hour of the night"
I bury a once starlit thing--
What dreams may teach me:
Glass slippers break easily
Leaving only shards.
And yet . . .
Cinderella's next step
After midnight
When the ball and all
Her gossamer glories
Were completely undone,
That step was the most important.
Barefoot in the dark,
She made her choice
To go on.
"Must I write?"
I must.
- S. E. P.
L1 and L16 taken from: Rilke, Maria Rainer. (1903). "Letters to a Young Poet." TinyLetter. Retrieved from http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/07/letter-to-young-poet.html.
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Prickmedainty Poetry
PoetryFor all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.
