DAYS LIKE THIS

There are days

That I sit and at the woman

Marvel,

And on such days

With realisation’s rays

I beam and bloat,

As the woman’s

Strength,

To non can be compared.

Her femininity

With confidence, beauty

And strength

Glisten,

And this stale, boring

Garden called life,

They flower.

Into their hearts

With softness fenced,

For their strength’s source

With a splash, I dived,

And in basins of

Friendly smiles

That my path and fate

Lighted,

On forgiveness’s carpet

I strolled

And in resilience’s rivers,

I drowned.

The camp-fire of care

Like a cottoned chandelier

Whisper warmth,

That keeps us all

Going and glowing,

Yet, in unappreciative puddles,

We push them.

Their divine bosoms

With rest and enjoyment,

Bounce.

Their managerial skills

With twinkling stars,

Cushions.

Ah,

These divine beings,

The very reason

And HOPE for

Continuity,

The LONE sparkle that

illuminates LIFE,

The narrative CHANGERS.

Oh poise achievers

And birthers of dreams,

Your arms are cozy

Abodes

That send stress

Galloping

And installs confidence

Wrapped in pleasure.

I stand here today

To you encourage,

For I know many

Through hell’s tunnels,

Crawl.

Your ability to heal

Still my imagination

Beats,

And to your prowesses,

My hat I doff

As wrapped bundles

Of hot tears

Down my cheeks,

Glide slowly.

Therefore, when sirened

Critics

In failures and frustrations,

Towards your threshold tumbles

Ignore,

And those coarse chatters

Raiding your sanity, silence.

Destroy your inner demons

And walk tall

For certified goddesses,

You all are.

#HappyInternationalDayForTheWoman