Wrapped,
head over her own knees
arms hugging her own legs
Naked she lies
in the silent room

Wood and warmth,
below her knees
Icy world
outside, around her shell.

Storm hammers on ceiling windows
Raindrops leave
their screaming trails
on trembling glass

Wrapped,
looking down,
then turning up.
She stares the sky outside
the raging vault yells down at her

An adult woman she is
a fetus she is.
Hosting love she is,
a vector of life, forever she’ll be

Her eyelids gets down
within she goes
The world gets colourful
within her mind

Like that, she leaps
Like that she reaches
Her Secret Garden.

In there she rises
in all her colours
the ones she is
the ones she carries.

Tears down her eyes
now flow like rivers
but shine like smiles
no raindrops on glass

She is free in there.
The time is now
for her to fly,
riding her dreams.

And so, She does