Some days she is fierce and can move mountains. She is unstoppable, climbing the unknown. With gentleness, descending slowly with confidence and pace.
Yet some days, she is a storm bracing for waves that will push against her. Sailing a treacherous force that will pull her under, apprehensive to fight against those waves.
Gentleness... is hope and hope allows her to stay still and her body will flow to the tides. I surrender my body and mind-this soul to the movements I cannot control.
Eventually I'd see the rays of warmth that is the sun and a land peaked with luminous floral patched with lush green fields.
This is my inner mind.