Surreal this magical mess of being a woman riding high on passion and pain
Swimming inside my liquid eyes this dream of a world
Where softness is the new sacred
And kindness the new courage
Sleeping soundly with an awake heart
While the candle of innocence burns its gentle flame
And waits for the wax to soften
The light fades away into a warm halo of whatever is left from today’s unsaid words
Tomorrow is a new day, perhaps my voice will be heard