She is told
Tread lightly
With delicate precision

She is urged
To stoke the flames
For the fiery hearths of men

Day to day
She roves
Casually unseen

Whilst simmering within
Overflowing
At each surge of angst

How could I
Fully know
The true extent of her rage?
Of the inner mist she journeys
Ever-slightly, day by day