A Life in Glass
Fallen tears rest on an uncreased gown
As she stares at a stranger in the reflective glass.
Bright petals overflow her room of lights;
A room away from home on a nationwide tour.
The men she has loved felt only diamonds in her crown,
Shattering her optimism, her heart of glass.
Her family abandoned for pageantry sights
She had imagined in her youth — an extravagant cure.
Years of curling and tweezing and erasing her frown
Has led to success, a life in glass.
Yet the face peering back is at odds with her heights
And reveals her addled mind, her heart unsure.
A knock wakes her into composure and class.
She glances and sighs. Eyes open, into the glass.
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