(This poem is inspired by Warning by Jenny Joseph)
When I am an old woman, I will be a mysterious being.
I shall wear black, white and grey everyday.
I will be heartless and emotionless.
I will see the World in a monochrome way.
Waiting for it to bring me colours, emotions and warmth.
I shall have a weak and delicate body that will make people want to care about me.
However you should know that my mind will be the strongest.
My old age shall be my cover.
People shall look at me like a strange creature.
And they shall also look at me with incomprehension.
When I am an old woman, I want to learn how to speak.
Without words or gesture.
But with just my gaze.
People will be afraid when I just move my hand.
And most importantly, fear and respect my presence like the most precious and dangerous being in the World.
When I am an old woman, I will travel around the World.
I shall leave my trace in each city of this planet and let my passage be unforgettable.
And then, when my mission is completed,
I shall vanish into the air, like I never existed in the past.
Like a mystery that can never be forgotten nor resolved.
When I am an old woman, I will and must make the Earth shake...