Guarded as an observer of a life that everyone wants
just so that time sped up with a wound from the fight
through years of frustrations
in the thought of an animal as a consolation to exist
even these days that does not find their meaning
other than in a shimmer of a promise
is a step of courage to take another, but nothing seems to defeat
a brave heart that is alone in a self without a compass
the hide away of wild strawberries surely exists
in a glade, there in the sun
behind the house
where no one lives.
Mimmie Dana 