In and outside of me

The world and I… that is quite a bond…

I do not belong to earth, yet here I am,
and if that was not enough, I am a woman after all …

And what is ‘ a woman’? Tenderness, devotion, empathy, fertility…

But I am not that at all.
How can I be gentle, when the world is so severe?
What could I give, when the world takes away?
Why should I understand, when I am misinterpreted?
From this barren land, what can I create?

Nothing, no words, no writing, no thoughts are rooted here.
Expectation is only what is left here,
and even if a pure will is born in me,
crushed it will be into mud with so many cramped intrigues.

I feel it outside and inside of me, the world is running out, in and outside of me.