A quiet strength, a seed that dares to grow.
Not grand displays, nor battles fiercely won,
But whispered truths, where shadows softly run.
She wears no armor, forged in fiery blaze,
But carries scars, from life's intricate maze.
Each etched line, a story deeply told,
Of burdens borne, and spirits brave and bold.
She weeps in silence, when the world's asleep,
Where ancient sorrows, their dark vigil keep.
Yet, dawn's first light, finds courage in her eyes,
A resilience born, beneath weeping skies.
She builds her castles, not of stone and might,
But fragile hopes, that shimmer in the light.
Each tender brick, a dream she holds so dear,
A testament to conquering every fear.
She mends the broken, with a gentle hand,
A silent promise, in a troubled land.
She plants her flowers, where despair had reigned,
And nurtures life, where hope had been restrained.
She knows the weight of words that cut like steel,
The hollow echo, of what hearts conceal.
Yet, in her soul, a well of love resides,
A boundless grace, that forever guides.
She's the quiet whisper, in the storm's fierce roar,
The steady anchor, on a restless shore.
She's the hidden current, that shapes the ocean's sway,
The silent strength, that lights each passing day.
Courageous woman, let your spirit soar,
Unfurl your wings, and reach for something more.
For in the depths, where your true essence lies,
A heartfelt strength, that touches endless skies.
[Poet: Israel Xaba - click HERE to read another piece written by Israel called Extraordinary Women.]