THE PUDDLE OF DREAMS
By: Bertha
In the midst of chaos
Where my heart is parched
The thirst for hope
Threatens the beat of my heart
Thus the illusion breaks into songs
Where the flower blooms surrounded by thorns
I hunger for warmth
I hunger for humanity
I hunger for affection
I hunger for sanity
Where thou art has compassion gone
I have lost the essence of my being a woman
Forced into an identity that loses my entire innocence
Thus my fingers simply caress pure adolescence
In love I live
In faith I breathe
I gently fool myself
As I forced myself to see
The reflection of what I wished to be
In a dirty puddle which men condemn
Thus lay the beauty of my dreams
