Woman

Woman...

You are more than any labels the world describes you, more than any dress you wear, more than any shade of lipstick you put on, or the inches of heels you step on...

If you grow up like a woman

whom one loves to smell, Never be... There are a lot of flowers and perfumes to smell. The smoke arises from palatable dishes allures the senses. There are more stars to count than letting yourself the attraction of one's nose.

If you grow up like a woman whom one likes to touch, Don't be...

There are a lot of things to be pulled. The knobs are waiting to be unlocked. There are myriads of things to be touched than your flesh and your bone.

If you grow up like a woman to be the object of one's opinions,

Please don't be...

Sceneries mesmerize the eyes. Limelight flickers to look at. Rainbows paint all colors to seduce attention.

The ocean is so wide and beautiful to just stare at the puddles.

One may bathe you with arms like arrow pointing to its dart, embraces you like a period to its question mark, or treats you like the cup over one's tea.

Weak arms may grow tired, crossed or even closed. Some questions don't have answers;

Often they are incomplete or even unasked.Amidst commotion, you might feel like an empty reservoir in the dark filled with nothing but cobs waiting for a substance that pours your bareness. But. No. No matter how wrecked you have been, you are not empty. You are always a place someone is longing for to live in.

Don't let others control your entire being by their uneducated guess,

You will remain you no matter what others say.

You are still the captain of your own ship and the queen of your own castle.

The temple may shatter into pieces. Let it shatter. Let them tear down but not your essence. The sail might hard to control. Let it flow. No matter how hard you fell, gather yourself -- collect every piece of you not because no one will, but because you have to and that's your only option, to be strong and let the universe know you are born from a strong woman like you. You are always a woman, strong, willfully with essence and will remain so whatever happens.

Don’t mistake yourself to a flower to be smelled, to a door to be unlocked, to a star to be stared at, or to be the glass of wine to be kissed. You are not like them. You are a woman – a woman with hope that bears the heroes of the century. You are a woman with hands to disturb the comfortable and to comfort the disturbed. .

You are capable to be the kind of woman you desire to be. In every air of chaos you breathe in, you exhale the air of peace. Whatever feign affection you show to the world to conceal your wound, let the inside of your heart be the place ideal to dwell.

Woman...

You are a haven to anchor the hope of every yesteryear.

You are more than every poetry that I wrote.

More than every word that I spoke.

Yes.

You are not a broken frame.

You are a place ideal to build a dream!

-Mahal Vorson-