Gently Observing Her

There is loneliness inside

Has she been a victim of her parents?

Was it a gradual misapprehension of existence?

Or a senseless winter of individual confusion?

Moved by desire and fear

She walks aimlessly through the streets

Rains of tears stream from her face

Channels of a sorrow that never go away

She seems silent and chatty

Voices of a dreamed fantasy

A Silence that wants to reveal itself

Inner mysteries of her bewildered maze

Her soul has wide wings

That want to fly higher and higher

Her legs are well shaped and grounded

But they are scared of adventures

The lightness of her being

Contradicts the heaviness of broken dreams

She sits quietly on the corner of some memory

Sailing through tempestuous storms

But she wants to get to the shore

Where kindness, beauty and truth abound

Where the scary memories will be left adrift

Drowning on her own sightless desperation

There is hopeful understanding inside

Listening to the whispers of a mellifluous dawn

With confidence and self-control

She realizes, love is the last eternal dance.

How to cite this Poem:

Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. Gently observing her. www.tadany.org ®