The weight

 

It’s almost dawn.

I can feel it in my back,

It goes through my breast, 

Down to my womb.

And there it stays,

Dreaming of the sea

And its lightness.

I can hear the silent scream

Of a weary soul.

Let her

She’s so tired

Of being 

Under the same

Skin

All the time.

Let her sleep

And be herself

In her dream.

Let her scream 

And whisper 

Things 

She wouldn’t say 

When she’s awake.

Let her rest 

Once in a while.

Let her open

Like a flower 

And be gentle 

To herself.

Let her rest

From time to time.

Get rid of blame and shame.

Let her feel beautiful.

Let her shine.

Let her give some love,

And be devoid of judgment 

To herself.