Despliega tus alas

Streams of water tracing veins underneath your paper skin
Washing away dirt and shame,
Layers that are paper thin.
Feel the comfort of warm water
You may not be the perfect daughter
But you can feel it in you fingertips.
You’re on the verge of something great.
Lift your head, stare in the mirror
Squinting now, so you’ll see clearer
Turning off the water is like the ending of a past life.
Standing cold, the breeze is biting
But still, this feeling is inviting
Draw the curtains, dry your eyes and pretend you’re the only one.
No cover-up, just one foot forward.
Step into the sun.