Just a woman

Just a woman

I wish I could be the sun, to shine over
planets of miracles and understanding.
I wish I was the ocean, to bridge over
difficulties, to make sadness turn into a foam.

To be a wave crashing the brown of the rocks,
leaving no sign from the salt in the water.
To be a storm, destroying everything,
keeping me apart from dreams and beauty.

I want to feel like a flower in the forest,
like a puff of freedom brought by the wind,
like rain kissing the grass in a boundless land.
But after all, I remain just a woman …

 

"Digital me" by Brittany Smith

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Magic world

Magic world

Strange music and late Saturday night,
half a glass of champagne and the bubbles,
chasing blood in my veins made out of rain.

Headache, aspirin and your touch
crumbled in a spoon with strawberry taste,
whisking wonders, holding tales about

castles in green, wizard’s kiss and I feel Queen.
Amber shadows dancing in the arms of  lions
and the edges of my silk gown sending me back to reality.

The same music again, but early Sunday morning,
too loud to see anything shining, instead  I hear
smoky windows moving in opposite directions and

the scent of the pillow next to me,
the smile on your face lettered with whispers,
escaping winters, reviving magic worlds.

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“Dreamscape” by Brittany Smith/elestrial/ on deviantart.com

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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