A heartfelt poem about my mom, myself, and all of the strong women in my life. Hope you enjoy.
Indestructible. Such a simple word.
Though, never a stronger word in any language .......ever heard.
What becomes of such a thing?
One that can't be bent?
Haphazardly tossed about, though none of it breaks out, and all the things around it have been spent.
Indestructible. The hardest steel, the strongest stone.
Perhaps, lacking luster, but dare not breaking......unlike any human bone.
What becomes of one who never falls, the unshakable sort of soul?
Never letting others in, yet still
clothed in bruising skin, though the inside has grown bitter, and grown cold.
Indestructible. An object of desire, coveted by most.
Confidence exuding " such a lovely creature....... never cracking" her lovers will each boast.
What becomes of her and all those near her, this rock, this so called fortress?
She pushes all the world away, watches all the others break, then regrets it.....nothing more and nothing less.