The woman in me

I am yet to 

admire the woman inside me 

seldom I think she is veiled in her solicitudes 

making herself isolated from the identity 

of who she is, understanding the emotions 

in her crest is challenging and accenting at a period,

someday she holds herself lofty

at another day she sympathises herself for being flimsy 

after all her heart is compelled to breach 

and her mind is prepared to preach.