She stares into the open closet
and thinks, "One of these days..."
She sighs and shuts the doors
Turning away, she removes her gaze.

It was her mother's dress
Hadn't been touched since the wedding
Still a crisp off-white
Waiting for the day she'd been dreading.

Sure, she wanted to get married,
There was no doubt
But the thought of being bound all her life
She could do without.

She felt almost claustrophobic
Each time she saw it happen.
Ina movie, a book, or real life.
her hear started to blacken.

She became cynical about love
No more relationships or lust.
She admired guys from a distance
Her heart was covered in dust.

Then one day it clicked,
Marriage isn't bondage,
sure, a commitment,
But no on is holding you hostage!

She'd meet a guy
Somewhere, she didn't know
They'd fall in love
She'd try the dress on for show

Then the wedding,
Reception and cake.
She'd heard that marriage is hard
"Thats a risk I'm willing to take."