The other woman in my soul

I realized that another woman, a mysterious goddess, lived in my soul as a pearl in the shell.

A woman thirsty for passion and adventure, loud, straightforward, ruthless.

She was tired of it forever and to think about who would think.

Everyone tired of telling her how her life is to order, what to renew and delete.

In her heart, fiery words are born, and fiery traces leave.

She, the other woman, tired of everyone to please.

For permission to ask himself to express.

She just wants to be spontaneous as a child

Naively to believe in your dreams!

Trust in the power of goodness!

The spark of hope in your heart to save for the power of love, which will revive stone!

She grew tired of hearing these voices "Take that grown-up, not a child"

She was determined to laugh at them and with her head upstairs to continue.

She wants to dance crazy! Her voice was ringing and freedom to silence when the words were meaningless.

This is she, courageous, frank and more and more conquering me.

Her eyes shine with a thirst for life, her heart filled with love.

There are no rules for her, she has long understood their absurdity.

Her soul knew that the truth, even if it was bitter, would free her from her golden cage.

She has spread her wings over all the will and fake, her dream of accomplishing, being herself, not the reconstruction of a strange misunderstood ideal!

Thank you for reading it.
Much love - Krisii