Are brighter days ahead?
She can’t breathe nor crawl beyond the walls that have been created.
Her foot moves—one over the other afraid of arriving.
Breathing should be easy yet she inhales gasping for air and her hollow mind is filled with weight of wonder
She falls through silk sheets into unfamiliar streets.
Numbness fades above blurry stars that await—bright enough to paint.
A life waiting to be touched violently and delicately as she navigates infinite spaces.
She understands her voice by contemplating a dream.
How strong she must be to separate body from pain— as moments of introspection leave a stain.
A combination of gaining and losing within rain.
Through freezing nights leading into hot summer she survives by woven cotton layers.
Soft sage green envelopes through darkness and one day shall share the sorrows to her daughter.
— Sancturari
