Everywhere she went, she bled joy. It leaked out of her pores and dropped on the ground and shimmered silver-sparkles. Diamonds and silver pennies. Sometimes people stepped on it. Broke it. Dirtied it with their muddy feet and apathetic, sluggish eyes.
Like parade confetti, swept to the gutter, torn by windy kisses, scattered by children's hands.
The funny thing is, deep near the inside corner of her heart, she didn't mind. She just kept leaving little pieces of joy everywhere she went.
"Someday they'll appreciate it," she'd sigh. One of those break-your-heart kind of sighs. And then she'd smile.
Because sometimes someone somewhere would pick up a piece of her joy. They'd bend down, all curious like, eyes squinted, mouth pinch-pursed. Grab at it. Snatch it up.
And realize what it was. They'd clutch at it, because joy is so hard to find in this weary wandering world. But look closely and you'll see the silver shattered pieces of the Ordinary Princess's heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment