Being a Woman
the night breeze came laden with promises
of a morrow that’d bring sunshine
she embraced the message of the breeze
even though she knew it a lie.
the night breeze soothed her raging mind
it whispered to her
of a land where she’d
never have to cry.
she snuggled under
the tattered piece of cloth
enveloped by the warmth
of her dreams.
the smile on her face
would be erased by harsh daylight
but that night on the footpath
the night breeze wouldn’t let her weep.