Intransigent
Longing to be soft and gentle, Made to be hard and cold. Wishing for a taste of sweetness, With bitter ashes in my mouth. Hope – I knew her once, I think I still see her time to time, In distant silence weeping For a world too much to bear. I forge my tears into steel - Sword and shield to keep me safe; Surviving and surviving and surviving, When all I want is rest: A summer breeze, the scent of sea, Your tender hand in mine.