She is rage waiting to burn.

She is sorrow waiting for space.

She is wisdom waiting to unveil.

She is anger waiting for voice.

She is freedom waiting to dance.

She is yearning waiting for wholeness.

She is joy waiting to sing.

She is truth waiting for justice.

She is life, waiting to be lived.


Fiona Mackintosh (© 2001, February 18, 2018)

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