The change bears the name of a woman tired of the dullness
of her life
Gray
hairs, rigid face lines.
The
change lives inside the mind of a woman tired of the constant pushes that she
is not enough –
A
daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother.
The
change fuels the unhappy woman ready to change the course of her life –
To
conquer the mountains that she has been taught were never meant to her.
The
change is the flame that brightens the soul of a woman who has finally realized
That only
she can help herself when justice is not served right.
…
She is
the slow river patiently carving the rock, finding the impossible paths
When her
mind is set, when she is finally stable, when she is calm.
She no
longer cares if it would take several centuries or just a day,
She is
determined to forge her own life.
She is
the violent sea storm when her new-found voice is deliberately silenced,
Her
quiet rage unleashed to reveal the complexity of her wit,
Unable
to stay invisible when her winds need to spread through the vast land.
She is
the rain that cools down a hot summer night
When her
emotions are running wild, unable to stay hidden.
She is
the fire that warms up the cold room
Where
her whole existence is all the world needs.
She is
the life that creates another – simply because she can;
She is
the death that comes quietly when no one is around,
She is
the darkness when her presence is treated like danger.
She is
the beginning and she is the end – she is the ultimate creator and the
impending doom.
She
wears the name Change with a head held high – unpredictable and brave, gentle
and vicious.
She
chooses to be one or another, sometimes both at once,
She is
the Yin-Yang master – balance hidden in a fragile body, constantly undermined.
…
The
change is the flame burning fiercely in the soul of the woman who has understood.
The
change fuels the woman who has ultimately chosen her path in life,
To conquer the mountains forbidden to her, never accepting the old teachings that
she does not belong.
The change
resides inside the mind of a woman who no longer bows down to the constant
pushes that she is never enough –
A
daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother – forever herself.
The
change bears the name of a woman forever altered by the dullness of the life forced
upon her –
Gray
hairs, rigid face lines.
