Anna

In the morning she fills the glass,
Is it half empty or half full?
Where the surface reflects her past
Her eyelids are heavy, her radiance dull.
By noon the flies are swarming,
They flit upon her shell.
The dust that is shaken awake is warming
When it hurries to hide that all is not well.
The sun is off, the stars are on,
She is as hollow as a crystal vase.
For today she has won,
Her armor strong and her body a curtain of lace.
"Mind over matter,"
Or else she will shatter.