The Cool Breeze in One’s Cycle

Uh-oh, so bright! — someone said

Her scent was not full enough

No one would notice it, she thought

She slipped away somewhere safe, wishing to sleep soundly

Kept wondering why it all ended up the same, like a cycle

The end was a new beginning, perhaps?

Pacing around the cycle, from low to high.

Though, it got higher and always

But it seemed the same for her

Wanted to set herself free from the cage

Eventually, the winter came along with a cool breeze

It whispered something she never heard before

She followed its lead, didn’t care about the cold amid the unfairness

Nothing could bother her but a skift

There was a long way down

In doubt, hoping the cool breeze to stay —once again