Glass Ceiling

On that bright morning, light,

On her side she lay,

This positioned she assumed,

Her favourite at night.

The day brings such hate,

Why do you long so great?

The fractal life you've lived

Is forever etched within;

Would you truly disguise your age

With the trappings of a younger face?

If this is true then may you find

All the youth you could desire,

And wear again the glass ceiling

Of painful pride and false joy.

Strip away your mantle of distinction

Garnered from sense, don't be coy,

 I can only hope what is lost

Will be gained once more, with time.

The End

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