Mingled pain and pleasure,
I grasp the essence and harmony,
Of my heart´s  made subtle letters.
I breake a piece from the glass wall
Tossing it through the soul
And feeling it downstream
Through my crystallised vessels.

A glass wall of weakness
A glass wall of fear and madness.
A glass wall that is always there
Even if you hardly notice the presence.
I let the flow of the delicate words
Of the inner poem caress my soul
The inspirational power flooding in.

But the glass wall is ever so hard to break
So hard to step through for my own´s sake.
Is ever stronger when I feel the stress
Of the world´s burden and saddness.

Why I even let myself to be bothered?
Because I want to break through
The glass wall.

That is a dream.
For me as a woman.
For all of us.
A metaphor for our soul.