Secret Spaces
Secret spaces, special places,
corners of shadow and light,
hidden from sight.
Beneath the window, she breathes,
whilst net curtains, yellowed with age, billow in the breeze -
symbol of oppression, now frail and weak,
From the shadows, she sees.
Gathering strength from the naked floor,
she stands now, tall.
Embracing pleasure and pain of
shattered glass remains, she stands upon the sill
ready to fly, to fulfil the journey of her life.