A sitcom smile and the waning hope
Belies the gloss of once scarlet nails
The mirror on the wall casts a spell
Because the story it tells is from long ago
Your hair flows like an endless day
A summer afternoon that escapes the rain
But when the downpour comes
And the windows freckle
The storm outside is the peace you nestle
You trust the flowers in bloom
Rose thorns and petals
The sting of spring is in the dust that settles
Because the stage awaits, the curtain calls
If you search the heart, you can have it all
The unmade bed, the rustic kitchen
The sound of laughing, the doubts are missing
A dress strap that doesn’t hug the skin
Shows room to grow and evolve within