NOT FANCY

I was alone and depressed

Picking up pieces of glass

A broken candle, shattered

On my fancy bathroom floor

I was in my fancy house

Living my fancy life

Trying to be a fancy wife

Wearing fancy clothes

And I’ve never been fancy

Not fancy enough anyway

I’m the clumsy kind

That drops candles on floors

And then finds a fancy piece

To carve all the feelings away

So I can pretend to be fancy

Just one more fancy day

*sometimes I have to remind myself exactly how far I’ve come in my journey. That I have come a long way from where I started.