A Successful Mess
She paints her face with careful strokes
Re-thinks her repertoire of jokes
Shakes out her hair, straightens her skirt
Undoes two buttons on her shirt
Her perfume scents the stilted air
The mirror-image styled with care
Inwardly, trying hard to suppress
A quaking heart, her mental mess
“Successful, witty, beautiful”
Words that describe her worth in full?
A woman, fine in form and face
Epitomising poise and grace
So…why the searing snake of doubt?
What is this primal fear about?
She gave a man her heart and hence
He’s robbed her of all common sense
The litany could make her crack:
“NOT GOOD ENOUGH, I FAIL, I LACK”
A voice berates, hour after hour
Self-love denied, he has that power
She steps into stiletto heels
So tall…yet small is how she feels
Picks up her purse, steals one last glance
And wonders…is this my last chance?