cold and icy field
wintry roads and snowy hills
bleak and sorrow mind

forest
calmness
inspiration

fixing her gaze
on the flame
of the candle
she begins to
dream

it is always
the same dream

she is the heroine
who every time
miraculously
ends up with
mr right

she blows
the candle out

she puts on
a beautiful dress
brushes her hair
and leaves
the house

she has decided
to stop dreaming

golden moon and stars
cats are out on nightly walks
dreams of warmth and love

morning
awakening
hope

she thinks
she is astonished
she wonders
how could she
have forgotten
that happiness
you do not find
but create

she smiles
she stands up
tall
strong
fearless
determined
and begins
to create

dark night
she cannot
sleep
her thoughts
are like
a spider’s net
trapping
her soul
no escape
from the
never ending
question
she
cannot
answer:
when will
it be my turn
to find joy
in what
I do?