heightening my senses
straining to decipher
whispers of a nameless fear
My meek soul,
bathed in my cowardice
flows freely through the motions
down the river-bend, to the open sea.
I breathe in the light around me
struggling to see botched colours
in a black and white world,
A journey of one girl to meet the Divine.
With hardened resolve
I put on my mask
The same worn-out one i've been wearing for years
And face the world head on - like a car crash collision.
I must hurry.
Another day, another scene to stage.