Sometimes I am Red Riding Hood, going on a long journey.
Then I am Briar Rose too, sleeping in too much and yet growing up.
Cinderella humbles me when I sweep the floors.
Sometimes I am caught in Wonderland.
When this happens, I know I have learned
From stories of old that constantly change,
From stories retold anew, and ones that
Were forgotten long since.
When I am caught in Wonderland,
I learn something is amiss.
Not everyone is nice.
And nice is not always good.
Sometimes I am caught for too long,
And forget myself, my chores,
Forget my purpose, my quest.
But it is too late,
For the wolf has swallowed me up
And I am terrified.
Then my help comes,
And I learn.
Sometimes I am caught.
Sometimes I am lost.
Only then, the light I find is precious.
Only then, the dark around me hides.
Now I come out from the mirror
And face the world,
With new-found identity
And a glass slipper in one hand.