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.