Being a Woman
She was a dreamer
Her mind full of glorious colours
and the songs of a thousand nightingales.
She was crazy about life
gracefully navigating its shoals
and laughing at its shadows.
Destiny was watching
with eyes that hid a million sorrows.
Waiting for the inevitable,
which it had already written
in shades of blood red
and bleached grey.
When her body
was torn apart, covered with countless bruises
When her life left the body
which was not hers anymore
When she became just a news headline
written in stark black and white
Did anybody notice the death
of all those dreams?
Did anybody see the
empty nests of the songbirds ?
Did anybody hear the silent scream
of a soul, which wanted to live ?