Midnight Poetry: Proud woman
I knew a girl, who sat there with the sun on her face
Behind her smile they couldn’t see tears
Behind her tears they couldn’t see fear
She was so blind that she got lost into her own mind
She encountered the moon and knew that she had to fight but she was strong because of her weakness
she had strength enough in herself for what lay ahead
but dealt with the pain she had to face and won
She would go ice skating or ride a roller-coaster no longer afraid to face her fear.
People told her she couldn’t rule the world but she didn’t listen
The quiet voice in her head was the only courage she needed
She was compassionate, kind and patient in her nature
She was nature
She was a proud woman
that appreciated everything that the universes offered and took away
I want to be this woman who holds the sun in her arms and who swims in the dreams of the moon.
I am — and I will be.