Mirror

Seeing me projected,
wrinkles and long white hairs.
A countenance marked by pain
and for love.
It reminded me of my 70s.
I saw loneliness and sadness in those dry eyes.
There were no more tears.
Thoughts showed how hard life had been
Ah woman!
Hold your head high and move on!
Imperative.
There are no more forces.
I got tired of trying to be Wonder Woman.
I felt pain in places I shouldn't have,
it's true.
I spoke, I spoke and I spoke and I was never heard...
Incredible words!
... in the wind...
I put on the heroine's cape to live through the days.
And I burst into tears on my way home.
After all, is that being a woman?
Being strong for the cruelest subtleties of the day
And feel like the worst of creatures
when you lie down to sleep.
But it doesn't end there.
Even on a fragile, clayey and shifting base,
I leave a legacy.
He, so pure, so serene...
The best of me.
He felt my pains that
I sometimes hid it.
But it will be different.
It was born from me!
A breath of hope...
*Winner of Best Poem in the collection Elas, a alma, a cura - Páginas Editora