Yet again

Words spring like dust,

They hold fragile thoughts together
Pain lingers
When you need an answer
From the eroding dune!
The moment dies in our hands!

 A woman seeking who she is,

What she has become to the world,
Lost in time…
Is that what I am ? 

I have again become empty

By undoing
A Disturbing thought..
Tender bruises on the pink heart
Undesirable and true..

Far may be the destination,

For peace of mind.
The need to fly
With wings of butterfly
Like a rocket to the space...
That is what I am.