SHE

She is a woman.

One of grace, a gentle soul, calming face.

She is a miracle maker, an all-giver, a risk taker.

She battles every hardship, overthrows pain.

A woman of resilience, a woman of honesty.

Courage, brilliance, bravery.

She, within herself, finds strength through misery,

Kindness through treachery, power through history,

Consistently fighting through the patriarchy.

A woman is fire, rising from each flame.

Her thoughts are beautiful chaos, never tame.

She stirs the seas and brings mountains to their knees.

She is both a masterpiece and a work in progress,

Simultaneously

Mother, daughter, grandmother, sister, aunty.

She loves passionately, cares freely, 

Thinks deeply, listens meticulously. 

A woman, like a wildflower, blooms after defeat.

See her speech glow, her beauty show,

An incandescence

In the dark of the night, the light of the sky.

Look into her eyes and you will find,

A woman so intense, such a powerful mind.

She is water, soft enough to cleanse,

Strong enough to heal.

A woman who breaks, a woman who bleeds

Is not always a woman who is fragile or weak.

For she is someone who constantly feels,

Continuously breathes.

Although she is sugar, spice, all things nice,

She’s made with substance, full of vice, 

Filled with spite.

A woman of vigour, a woman of great intensity.

Laced with elegance, she carries herself effortlessly.

Heroic, relentless, audacious.

Determined, persistent, tenacious.

She is a woman.

                                                                      ~ maysablogs