Woman

I am woman, but I do not roar. I sneak, insidiously, through the back door, overtaking, so that you cannot ignore me as I muck about and explore your deepest secrets. I become your desire. I become your focus, but you don't know I wreak havoc. I interrupt the flow of your life, as you try to become the beau. I keep you in check. I make you go. You don't even know I cause the fire. One day, you may find me sitting in class, or possibly notice me behind thin glass. I am one of the many walking en mass, amid people and faces, stupid… crass trying to rise from the myriad mire to become the one you most require. Suddenly I find myself coming higher. No longer must I sneak or conspire, hiding in shadows, being a liar. Now I can rise from the pyre and become the one to love and inspire... You