The Woman Within
Eyes wide open, staring at the sky
Fingers out stretched, touching every cloud that floats by.
Breathing in the air, teach myself to speak,
A language lying deep within me, is what I seek.
It is a language of a woman
So strong, so gentle, so kind.
The language of a woman crying out to be released.
She longs to see the sunshine and touch the powder white clouds.
To feel the grass between her toes and speak her language out loud.
But the night rolls in quickly, turning every white could gray.
Leaving the woman within, no time to have her say.
And in the dark of the night I hear her continuous plea.
And I swear to myself by morning, that woman I shall be.
14 August 1996