Being A Woman

I have been living all my life 
Moving on
And not clinging
To the time that is
Past.

I cry when I am sad,
I cry when I am angry,
I cry when I am happy.
I emote
When I cry.

I have my own set of regrets, 
Ones that I may never share
With you
Or with anyone else.... 

I am made up of tears
Contradictions.
Fears, smiles and pain.
I may look fragile
But I am not weak.
I may falter
But will never fall.

If I do,
I will rise again.

I can survive,
I can live on my own.
I can support,
I can lend a helping hand.

If I need help
I ask.
If I show support
I express.
I speak my mind,
Hear the songs of my heart,
See to believe,
Touch to reach out,
Smell things fishy.
I sense.

I know what I am worth,
I only need encouragement.
I know my goals,
Its opportunities 
I am looking at.

Give me any role
And I will play my part well.
No extra retakes I will give
Because I will be living the part
And breathe into it.
I do not bother
About the length of my role.
My only concern
Is misinterpreting it.
I don't like misunderstandings
Nor do I like to give a cold shoulder,
Yet,
Hurt me and you get
An ice maiden in return.
Love me instead
And you have 
A willing slave all your life.

I know what loneliness is,
What it takes to risk everything.
I have felt the pangs of separation.
Been dejected with rejection.
I have seen plans go haywire
And things getting out of control.
I have seen my world turn topsy-turvy
And crumble before my eyes.

I still smile,
I move ahead,
With my head held high.
I am Myself,
I am I
Because.....

I am
A Woman....
I celebrate
Being a Woman.
I celebrate
Womanhood.









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