The silver on white
The bondage, yet the
sparkle
The constraint, yet the
glimmer and
shine of
Gleaming silver on pearly white.

There is a certain Glory
in an internal prison
an external control
molding your shape
holding you hostage…

You had a choice.
You could have
opted out, kept it
natural
Kept the white
and left it there
Yet the
artificial
The one add-on you
chose –

What a heightened sense of Beauty.

It locks in your Purity.

So we can enjoy –
The silver
The silver of the moon
Held against the pure white rays
of the sun –

Behold the endless
sky
Behind your outer
façade –
You hold the world
behind your shy smile –

Ashamed of bondage?

Smile, dear, smile fully –
Some bondage
holds Beauty.