Fighting Time

I am on the edge of the two poles night n day

But for the others I am pretending I am OK;

And every damned minute I am out of breath;

And I am making out of everything such a mess!

I am looking at the glassy and unfriendly mirror -

And there is a tiniest tear…

Oh my dear!

There is an unexpected stranger’s leer...

And  I believe after breaking the mercury ice,

With the larks one day I will arise;

And instead of fragile bones n a frail flesh

I will find  an angel living afresh!

February 2013