She’s a drop of water

that doesnt believe in oceans or riversides;

A chameleon wearing a mask to distract

from the self she’s suppressing inside,

So eclipsed, so insistent on hiding the sun behind the shadows

It’s dark because the fire’s died-out.

She’s imprisoned in an invisible cell

forgot that she has the key

been there so damn long it seems normal to her

Doesn’t know how to set herself free

Why not move? Why not take some steps beyond those frightening doors?

It’s dark because the fire’s died-out,

But this light can be rekindled.