I am a woman, and at dawn, I weave wings of light from threads of dreams
I am a woman, and at dawn, I weave wings of light from threads of dreams,
I step on paths of desires, wearing ribbons of living hope in my hair,
I wonder how many stories will cling to my dancing steps,
How many tears I'll hide beneath words that scatter in deep silences.
I am a mother, sister, lover, a support that asks for no price or reward,
A silent embrace that holds the secrets of the world in warm arms,
My calling is sometimes a burden, but I utter no bitter word,
I rebuild myself from shards, constructing castles from fragile desires.
But I am also the shadow that dreams to fly free in the dance of the wind,
To breathe without struggle, without roles, without ever seeking reward,
To let myself be carried deep within like a leaf in autumn’s gentle waltz,
Without being a rock or bearing the guilt of an unattainable ideal.
I am a woman and I love even when I collapse in silence,
Even when I can no longer, I stay and rise, for forgiveness is always within me,
I feel my moment coming, a second to whisper to myself: "You are good enough,"
To tell myself I am enough even when no one watches over my path.
I allow myself to be weak, to be silent, to not always heal the day's wounds,
To remain unknown, to lose, to wander, and to not know the way,
From all these simple things, I will be reborn more alive, more true than ever,
And when the moment topples me, I do not flee but sit in peace at its deep core.
For yes, I am a woman, but I also have a secret refuge in my heart,
A place where it beats even when there's no purpose or clear answer,
I embrace all I've gathered on life's journey, and forgive myself with love,
For I am a woman, and my love is a sky without boundaries or end.
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Dan Enache
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