Woman Wind

Woman Wind

By Gabriela Fredrickson

From the superficial to the core
there is only one way to find yourself.
The path chosen is not very traveled
there is only silence ...
no smiles, no rudeness nor banality,
or fleeting desires.
　
It is plain to sunlight,
quiet deafness,
immobility that is binding.
　
A thousand days and
a thousand nights are needed
to quiet time and to talk only
to the moonlight.
In her voice, after a thousand prayers
in the deep destruction of all,
she says: you exist.
　
Your heart speaks,
first with a distant voice.
Whispering meaningless words
that past by and all that remains
is the desire to be.

Your heart speaks
in a language of incomprehensible reflection;
essences of memories,
suppressed feelings,
sidewalks that suddenly end.
　
The whisper becomes a woman, you.
That as small as a breeze
calls for the wind

with a burning desire to live.
A distant hurricane,
the reflection of what you want to be,
Woman wind and not shadow.
　
Imperceptive to sunlight

only one thing is then left to do,
away from you, me, everything.
To be freed and become.

　
And like a mother
that gives birth

to her very self-presence
take care of yourself,
admire the first tears,
the first time your soul
speaks without fear and says:
Trust your voice for you are

Woman wind.