Our Own Greydom

I see the world through a veil of tears
And a dense fog comes
From my breath.
I am engulfed in may own greydom.
No wonder the colours fade.
The points of focus
Blur and steam,
Through my own vapours and tears:
My world of doubt and confusion,
Surrounded by a mass of fears.
Clear, clear these billowy clouds away,
Beckon on the bright blue day,
Help, help me throw the burden off,
Reach out to me
And help me play!

Woman is born free, but before she knows,
Unnecessary baggage is piled on her head
And shoulders:
This is the legacy of our elders!
We will under its weight!

But we will rise
From the dust
Into which we have fallen.
We will rise from the ashes
Of our won, first dreams.
And bringing them into the daylight,
Gift them with life energy
And soar on their wings.