The Woman
The fight may be a disaster,
The words may be can fly,
May be it can take a long time;
To soft embrace,
To gentle kiss,
To a tied hug to fill the space!
Is there something new??
A quiet strength begins to shine!
No sweet love,
No kind apology,
Just resolution,
wild and strongly free.
She stands alone,
And learns to be a fortress built for only her.
Each scar a lesson,
sharp and deep,
A solemn promise she will keep.
The emotional tides,
She learns to ride,
with no one there to stand beside her.
She is the anchor,
firm and true.
A victory she finds in you.
So let the fight not lead to love,
but to power from above.
A woman strong,a spirit bold,
more precious than a tale of gold
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