Photography by Rosie Hardy for One Shoot Sunday
going back
After going to work and
school and church and the casual walk
around the block with the dog…
after talking and working and reading
and pretending…
After the party and words
and smiles and food and drinks
and the Cinderella ball…
After it all, she heads back
to the dead and crashed rubble of a broken life
singed curtains, sharp pricks of glass
rotted wood beams crashing
to the floor and scattered nails
Back to reality
to the place she lives
behind the perfect facade
and places her hope
in a denser cloud that can support
the weight of fragile dreams
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Sharing with One Shoot Sunday, the final photo prompt at One Stop Poetry
wayside word garden 
All of this, a wonderful write… yet still, tender, yet powerful endings…
Back to reality
to the place she lives
behind the perfect facade
and places her hope
in a denser cloud that can support
the weight of fragile dreams
What beauty lies within these parting words. Dreams, visions… brilliant.
Riveting poem. Hope being lighter than a dense cloud… that’s a great one to ponder. “she heads back / to the dead and crashed rubble of a broken life” Those lines hit hard after the Cinderella mention. Thanks for posting with us today 🙂
a denser cloud than can support her dreams…nice capture of that facade vs. reality…really like this one…
singed curtains, sharp pricks of glass
rotted wood beams crashing
to the floor and scattered nails
Back to reality
to the place she lives
behind the perfect facade
and places her hope
in a denser cloud
Very well written and evocative.
Thank you for a beautifully written piece of reality
Back to reality, sadly….lovely share ~