Dreams

She sits,
on the windowsill.

She looks,
outside.

She wonders,
what her life will become.

She dreams,
a wedding,
a cream dress,
rose petals,
perfect hair.

Like a fairytale.

But fairytales are not reality,
she worries.

Of abuse,
debt,
no children.

And so,
she jumps.

(c) September 2011