Push

I see this girl-woman

in front of me,

and I ask her

"Who are you?"

She replies

"Who do you want me to

be?"

I see this girl-woman

unharmonized

and anxious.

Her Soul is so restless,

the pacing has left

tread marks on her heart.

I ask her,

"Where, girl-woman,

do you wish to go?"

She replies,

so wearily,

"You know, you have always

known, I want to go to that

place I don't know."

I cry for this girl-woman

in front of me.

Her time is almost up,

Why does she not make a

move?

"My Soul is tired" says she.

"My hope is losing stride;

I can't make this happen,

this dream I must awaken

to."

"Push"

she says,

reflecting back at me.

"Push me, so I fall,

or death will come for me,

and I will never be set free."