She Dreamt (Poem)

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As you can probably tell I love telling stories through poetry, whether it be rhyming or Narrative: C.C.O Image VIa Pixabay She dreamt of that night, That dance Since she was a little girl Filled with Cinderella fairytales And happily ever after’s But who’d want to take The girl in the wheelchair To the prom? He loved her More than words Could express That girl With the piercing sad Eyes And a story All her own. She hadn’t always been In that chair Once upon a time she had danced And ran Her eyes so filled With life back then. He knew somewhere That spark was still there. He was going to take her To that dance And show her he loved Her. The chair was Nearly invisible to him An extension of her Simply a way To get around. Why did he want To take the girl In the chair to the prom? His friends asked But he never answered He didn’t have to explain himself Other than to say He was in love And that was enough. They sat leaning Against an old oak tree One night. Talking sharing dreams When she was with him She almost forgot everything. “I want to take you to the prom, Will you go with me?” He asked Nervously Feeling like a little boy With his first crush But this was real And deep. “I can’t dance.” He could see the tears Glistening in her eyes The one’s she so desperately Tried to hide. “I think you can You’re just afraid.” He said “And you don’t have to Be.” “But I can’t even stand On my own two feet.” “Dancing like this Is more about your heart Your soul, Your passion.” He said. After a moment Of silence She finally said: “I’ll go, I have dreamt of going Since I was a little girl And going with my Prince Charming That’s you.” “Let’s dance Cinderella” He said, Lifting her in his arms And dancing under The starlit sky. “This is better Than anything I could have ever dreamt.” She said Letting herself melt Into his arms. © Michelle R KIdwell 4/22/2018