‘Neath the facade of this successful, together woman
is a crumbling interior;
a tower of doubt and insecurities
that so few really know.
She smiles brightly into the face of life,
juggling each responsibility with such grace-
at least as far as you can see.
Behind the scenes,
the balls drop in a mad array of uncontrolled chaos,
and tears flow down her cheeks as she admits defeat.
gratitude erupts from her lips,
her own quiet hallelujah,
as another day dawns.
Another opportunity to try again, to do better than the day before,
Her smile a beacon to some
if nothing else.
A last summer flower…