Someday Growing Up Will Come Easier

Deep inside are woman's hills about to
come up
To see the sky
To see the sun and moon
And the tiny stars in the black of a man's
hand

Sometimes in the morning
I'll look across myself
See hills and valleys forming
Think of rivers underground.
Outside me
I am blooming
Inside I am dry

If only I could understand
The reason for my crying
If only I could stop this fear
Of dreaming that I'm dying.


culled from The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer.

Currently reading the book and loving it, she is a mirror to my inner self