Facade

A miniscule reminder wraps her finger in a mold,
nail polish glitters like her manacle of gold.
The layers of metallic paint reflect her living lies,
promises encircling her with strangle-holding ties.

She’s constantly repairing flakes that chip from her facade,
focusing on never facing fantasy that’s marred.
Not shallow, she has chosen, she is loyal and she’ll hide
all the craving that is carving hollow aching deep inside.

The chains of gold are choking in a yoke around her throat,
weighty with regretted vows that keep her mind remote,
while gilded frames enhance her portrait in a frozen life,
posing as a valuable and highly treasured wife.

She smiles with an imitation sparkle, masking tears,
focusing on acting out her role through empty years.
Not shallow, she has chosen, she is loyal and she’ll hide
all the craving that is carving hollow aching deep inside.