When
the nights are dark
And
I hear no one but myself
She
steps out into the darkness
And
spread her wings of joy
The girl in me
Hopes
and expectations galore
Strength,
that of a rock
A
woman nonetheless
In
the stillness of the night
She
accepts the vivacity of her dreams
In
the morning that she buries
It’s
not for all to see
Like
the wings she hides
No
one will understand
They’ll
clip her wings and crush her plans
Even
before she flies
She
sits next to me
Whispering
in my ears
Her
insecurities and fears
My
eyes becoming the mirror
Reflecting
her helplessness in mine
I
hold her close by night
And
feel her pain pour out
But
in the morning she steps out
With
sunshine on her face
Her
happiness genuine
Her
fears and hurt buried
Under
the expectations of those around.
I visit the blog often. Mostly for stimulation. There are times when I go through old entries again, to catch a glimpse of the self you let your readers discover. Some make me wonder if, for you, writing leads to resolve or resolve to writing.
ReplyDeleteEach entry makes a good read and this one is the best of what I've read here.
Thank you :)
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