I saw this poem like a person calm from the outside, with a more intense internal condition. Like an inner volcano that it has already erupted and calmed down; hot at this moment, but not at the stage of eruption anymore.

(I somehow felt that "she" could also be "it", not only a person, but I think that it's a projection of mine! Ha ha!)

Renewal. Through pain. Through the edge.

A very beautiful poem, Jack.