Extend this room, that I may push these walls much further, with pure desire, that it grows grand, a hall, royal ball. Allow me to expand from within, so much that fear is left naked, standing helpless at the center of the room, dazzled under gilded chandeliers, out of place, revealed, that now she must make a run for her room, and find herself an acceptable dress.
Convert me into a majestic corridor that guests will tread upon, carpeted in rich reds and emerald green, a passage to the king’s feast. I’ll be your hostess, leading the way to the party, back and forth, greeting all with champagne. I’ll know the secret passages behind walls, where service treads unseen, carrying trays of bounty, all night, until the new day.
Make me your bidding, that this round may be an evening of beauty, enjoyment, in the palace where nothing needs to bear my claim. And when the guests are all gone, and the ball is done, make me a royal summer home, serene and empty, beside the deepest woods, lasting in airs of perpetuity.
That I shall never again be bothered, hindered by fear and her lackluster ways, her stage fright, but instead, embody the sumptuous corridor leading to the grand ball, where abundance and joy are constantly celebrated, no explanation required.
