she knew she had to fit the mold

Cinderella's glass slipper wasn't pretty anymore

but filled with responsibilities

taking care for oneself is no more a priority, necessity, and convenient

she had something better- Regret

all was lost the prince's palace was hers but not home

a piece was missing maybe shattered who knows

neither did the loved ones nor she knew

her spirit has left

floating somewhere in the blue skies and green meadows

laughing to her heart aches to stomach flips

knowing she is free and never coming back to her body her home

farewell dear one

you were the fire to burn for

power to reckon with

and I let you go

the loss is grave for mine to bear

I here you whispering old friend

I shall rise- I will rise.

I must rise

with a magnifying glass I search for her in my remains

to rise above all despairs

fight again

regain the lost and rebuilt something magnificent

pacing in the lobby felt like walking on a freshly frozen lake with bare feet that's how cold the house is tonight, what was I thinking? waking up at this hour, tracing my steps back wondering about the exact thought or the instance that led me out of my bed.

I started walking back to our bedroom stopping by our child's room gently opening the door, faintly walking into his room to have a look at my sweet sweet boy, clenching the snowy white blanket I knitted for him last winter, with his name stitched in my baby's favorite bright orange color on the left -hand side lower corner of the blanket. I wish I knew what he is dreaming about- playing with elves and his army of toys or simply chasing a kite in the open green grounds under the blinding sunlight.

In our bedroom, I stood by the window looking at the glimmer of the moon, like it was studded with a million diamonds, in a full beam like freedom away from all the city lights, and chaos. Not a soul in sight, in times like these our mind dives deep into our thoughts, ideas, and conversations we never remembered. All bottled deep down in our minds. Am I a good wife? Absolutely! subconsciously I started making a list of all the times I assumed I was a good wife, well the ideal perfect wife to my handsomely caring husband, the love of my life the father of my child my soulmate, my dear friend without a doubt I could not have asked for anything more. I wonder what went wrong that he became so distant, seems like a lifetime back when we were in love.

My mouth felt suddenly dry and goosebumps sprang up all over my bare arms, I heard her whisper "then why did you kill them?"

For as the alive can't speak,

the dead shattered, for its the world of humans and humanity

but from what I know humanity, love and passion are just words best heard in poems and fairy tales

for its the era of chaos, hunger, brutality where the alive cant speak

and the dead shattered.