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.