The Woman In Me – Epilogue

Looking inside of me – now
The doors of my soul closes ever so gently
Hesitating, weaving my life to a crescendo
I glimpse that love
Far
But near
The love and hate
That I want to cherish
Brings more of me increasingly
Softly
Out in the open fields
When the darkness of my earlier self
Is torn apart
By the ecstasy of wide beyonds…
The depth of my inner self
Is revealed
In that ever increasing glory
He holds for me…