Thanks to the prompt at NaPoWriMo this morning!
Once upon a time, was how she began
to spin out the story of her lifetime
days spent fleeing evil stepmothers,
nights spent dreaming of kind, handsome princes.
She built castles of clouds, safe within walls
with bowered gardens and towers so tall.
Perhaps a secret passageway or two
and very few mirrors, or none at all.
No one came to her rescue in the end
Each day a gift, each night a rest, she thought
waking and closing her eyes, she asked not
any more or less than this, her own life
Perhaps not the happy ending of dreams
but those who found her were blessed by her joy.
