They call me the Mediator
A woman of selfless character
Tough I may not seem to see this valor
I feel it there in my pain
They call me the Midiator
A woman made of kindness
The one to fall into the icy darkness
Designed to be the giver
catch the ones about to fall
Though I may not seem to feel this
I can’t help but see it in their eyes
They trust my heart more than
I believe in its power
They call me the Mediator
A dreamer who sees
the future behind walls
A woman who’s mind refuses
to live instead reality

A midiator
The one who feels what is unfelt
The one who sees possibilities when all has been burned to the crisp
The one to believe in changes when every heart refuses to change
The one who carries the world though
The world does not need to be carried
So what is this pain?
Sometimes the one who believes
Feels more pain than the one who has chosen to move on
This world is no place for a dreamer
For reality it is and dreams it does not know.
© Winnie Jakaitis