A woman is…..
Who rises above the rising water
Never takes anything with a shrug
Her every breath pushes her to strive for more
It is not her hands that wades when drowning
but her undaunted spirit that carries her through the flood
And a resilient heart that helps her to rise above the rising water.
It’s a mundane existence
Without you beside my love
Time rolls its wheels churning the life
Minutes drag by burning my soul
Sustaining my breath, I wait by the door
Perception deceives me when I see a silhouette
It’s just a mirage that glides by
The hours sumptuously devour my patience
As the days crawls into weeks
I stand by the door for a glimpse
For a hug, for a kiss, battling with
Life devouring time that grinds its
As the minutes crawls all over me
I stand by the door hungered by your love.