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The Woman In Me

I stand in the stillness of time moving around the earth, I walked across the desert seeking comfort and a safe place to erect my tent but I was greeted with rocket and missiles blazing over my head. The sky was too hot to contain it and my emotion could not bear it, I watched them bolting through the sky ripping up the apartment block and crashing the houses while the children keep running around and crying for their mother. The trees stood afar off bearing witness to the misery unfolding in the dark, and children trapped behind the rubble see the light slowly diminished from their soul and the buildings that they dwell in fall one by one and swept away into the unaccommodating sea. I stood helpless and watch it unfold in front of me and the universe with its heavy weight come screaming after me, and the woman in me pulled me slowly into her shell as I seek solace in the midst of hell, there was nothing to hold onto except for the sinews and tissues in my body and my physical endurance. The building chopped in two is leaning in front of the alley with broken, glass and windows spread out on the ground and the reminisce of hope burst out from a crack in the earth. I paced back and forth the troubled ground as I could not express how I was feeling. I knew that something was out there that needed help but I just could not tell from were. I felt a sudden jerk and a crack opened in the ground spilling a radiant light from above though the creases and there she was sitting in the same position before the building collapse; they pulled her out of the rubble with both hands resting across her knees and her chin pressed on her hands looking into the deep. Not a scratch or bruise was on her except for the dust that saturates her body. I am looking at the woman in me contemplating my destiny, the woman in me will not to quit, the woman in me will not fall in the ditch. I will follow the trail until all the sorrow ends; I will unlock the boat, and organize a big love boat float and cruise for twenty-one days at sea and stop in every town’s village and community to celebrate love in the city. The woman in me will create the perfect harmony, and make the darkness flee.

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