All around me, the sky with its deep shade of dark. <br />The stars. <br />The moon with its shrunken soul. <br />Can I become what I want to become? <br /> <br />Neither wife or mother. <br />I am noone and nobody is my lover. <br />I am afraid <br />that when I go mad, <br />my father will bow his downy head <br />into his silver wings and weep. <br /> <br />My daughter, O my daughter.<br /><br />Lisa Zaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tenderness-7/
