that woman

her eyes told me her story
yet, she never said a word
i knew from our initial...
confrontation
that she was one of them
with the sun in her eyes
yet the toll heavy on her soul
with the world in her bosom
and pain too much for even her to bare

a soul misdirected
subjected to being disrespected
such beauty
but not in the eye
of the men that beheld her
she was the moon
that shined in the night
but as falling stars
flew passed her
she grew more vacant
vacant in feeling
vacant in thought
life would pass her by
but still that light in her eyes
showed the hope
that there
may be hope
just maybe

she sang her song
silent but proud
she danced in broken mirrors
and smiled only on the inside
with tears held back
a servant to her past
yet she clenched her future
with both hands
tied behind her back
she pledged to strive on
through life's crusades
make the best of the worst

standards in place
ever growing and still
that WOMAN
strives on
she goes on
until there are no more
roads to travel
backs to rub
children to pacify
friends in need
sons at war
daughters to console
or partners to hold down...
she is a WOMAN