She’s strength and sweetness.
She’s a warrior,
Her bones are inked in resilience.
She’s a demigod,
Her small existence is astounding.
She’s a paradox,
Her weakness is her strength.
Her soul is royalty.
She doesn’t soar the skies,
Yet her wings are by no means,
Less than the eagle’s…
She plods, she ponders,
She simply persists.
In silence she battles,
And in despair she remembers, love.
She gathers all that is left of yesterday,
Her glitchy mind, her patchwork heart,
Her sharp edges, her missing parts,
She soothes her frayed heart,
Hoodwinks her demons,
Clothes her agony in grace,
Hones her brave spirit,
Feigns fresh hope,
And walks quietly into a new day.
Her emptiness still lingers,
Her pains still ache,
Her veins are weary,
Her smile is riddled with scars,
Yet she’s lit like a fire tall enough to lick the gates of heaven!
What a strong woman!
A woman made of staggering rebound!
A true reflection of a God!
The ultimate God soaked metaphor!