She dances softly around her sadness,
playing between the need to express what her soul preaches
and forging walls where pain nestles deep.
She faces her demons in the darkness of her thoughts,
breaking free only at the bottom of the ocean,
So, she sinks below.
The many mothers praise her silence,
the ancient tool of warfare,
but also of
defeat.
Her spears pierce her heart
but leave her enemies
unscathed.
Where paradise lays, she has not yet discovered.
In her mind she draws cages of freedom and shackles of joy.
Binding rope to her dreams
She discovers images of freedom
pressed upon her heart.
