The Woman in Me
I was ready to face the world
Or so my naïve self thought
Knowing well I could face it
With her steely guide by my side
She taught me well,
I never felt frail
I inherited her strength
She gave me every ounce of power
That filled her veins
She taught me well,
Slowly I learned to smile
When the world crushed my desires
She told me to listen to the voice within
She taught me well,
In times of tumultuous doubt
I missed her piercing truth
Only to later realize
Her brutal honesty was her chief trait
Her simplicity her enduring armour
She toiled so hard
As if she was building a sculpture of clay
She taught me well,
I had a lot to share with her
About my promising world
But she left one day without even saying goodbye
In the dead of the night,
Without giving me a chance
To tell her my part of the tale
She taught me well,
The day when my tears froze
Teaching me my final lesson on womanhood
The art of letting go,
That dark day I found the missing voice within
That said, ‘Now I was ready to face the world’,
Not as a feeble being
But as a soaring woman
Truth draping my spine
She taught me well,
When she left the physical form
Drifting away to the land of memories,
I embrace this reality everyday
She left a part of her in me,
And in my moment of greatest loss,
I saw her in my dream
Holding me and pointing to a mirror
Showing me her sculpture of clay,
And in that sliver of vision
I found the silvery path to my awakening
She taught me well.
Finally, I knew why she toiled so hard with glee
She was creating the woman in me.
