I touch her fragile beauty in the night.
She tries to tell me who she is, but fails.
I pray that everything will be all right.
I stay away from fitting rooms and scales.
I feel her presence with me every day.
She’s someone I should have known: That’s enough.
Fear controlled me, and that got in the way.
Must not set sail – not while the sea’s so rough.
If no-one else can understand, she will.
I know exactly who she is, of course.
I feel her when I’m silent – my mind's still.
Must free my soul of self-torture, remorse,
Hate and all those negative emotions.
Must let go of all such harmful notions.