Woman
Woman
A mother, sister, lover, friend
Joyful times and sadness fills her
Times in memory
Times in the now
Holding hands
Small ones
Strong ones
A head on her shoulder
On her lap
Her ears yearn to listen
Her heart longs to help
To love
To just be
A love of life
Of experiences
Her heart beats hard and strong
Little miss curious
Mind always racing
Cherishing the small
Cradling the old
Joyous reflection in the back of her mind
Hectic, stressed
Calm, relaxed, bored?
Sometimes
A “mommy” rings in her ears
Loud and warm
“I love you” dances upon her soul
Venturing out into the world
Wind that carries her
Water, that which she can ride
Who is she?
She wonders
"How can I find me?"
Confusion like sobs
Racking her chest
She feels weak
She is determined
Honesty, she seeks
She appreciates
Holds on to
She is petrified
Of what might come to be
She worries
She understands
Perhaps too much
So used to the pain
Occasional emptiness
A burden heavy and long
Her life is uncontrollable
Yet in the dense thick fog
She searches
And within her heart
Underneath her pain
The drama
Happiness flutters inside her
Like an orange butterfly
Optimism claws deep within her
Hope renewed and lifted
The vast life she leads
Friendships, so good, delightful
Her soul is free
Love for all
Sweetness in the people she cares for
In the world she lives
To be with child
To leave an imprint
To savor a moment
Just beginning
Exploring
Explaining
For the core of this thing called
Woman
Soft and beautiful…
-Jemile Bata
