Fingers Crossed

She is feeling liberated
chains of despondency falling apart,
tiny tremors of dreams run 
hesitantly in her mind.

Though things seem better
she is still confused,
Whether to declare or hide
to shout or stay quiet.

Her smiles are more credible.
She talks about good times,
though trust doesn't come easy
Her life has been crazy.
 

Behind the veil of reticence
her eyes shine for future
while her hand at the back
has fingers crossed ...all the time.