Being A Woman

When life's heavy dice tossed,

And time's a laughable troll,

The chaos of woes riddled with darts,

To forcibly choke her heart.

All for naught,

Still like a rose so bravely on thorns does stand,

She’s a woman in ordinary with eyes of fire,

More than what her yesterdays left unsaid.

Her walk so firmly set

On slippery road of dust and dirt,

Her immeasurable soul hath unseen grace,

To rise like a phoenix in the myth.

Burning forever, forever

So bright and free.