Women's Dream
Almost asleep,
almost awake,
she floats
where walls
melt like
sugar in rain.
Her breath
becomes wind,
her skin
becomes sky,
her heart
becomes
all the hearts
that ever beat.
In this
soft place
between yes and no,
between here and there,
she grows
larger than
any name
they gave her.
She dreams
herself wide
as the world,
endless as morning,
free as water
finding its way home.
Copyright © Dr. Padmashree R P | Year Posted 2025
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