A woman is not a delicate beast.
Nor is she a fragile flower
who's timid petals must be
handled with care
or otherwise, she will fall apart.
Rather, a woman is Earth,
Mother Nature herself.
She lives on,
Persistently,
Through natural disaster
And bloody warfare,
And ends up scarred
But more lovely than ever before.
A woman is the sea,
Deep,
Complex,
Mysterious,
Powerful.
A woman is time itself,
Woven with memories
And boundless wisdom.
Women are
Infinite galaxies
Torrential hurricanes
Blazing suns
Unforgiving moons.
Women are life itself,
And hold within their beauty
The power to change the world.
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PoetryThe words that die on my tongue bloom on paper. My mind is the quill, and my tears are the ink. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING COVER ART BELONGS TO: @Sarahishamiltontrash
