Poem Two

There is power in the woman who fights..
whether cut, bruised, or sore...
she continues
She fights for the sake of herself-for a peace within-
She fights to live and be free instead of solely exist
For dreams, for family, or whatever it may be, 
she continues...

There is courage in a tired woman, even
And she tries-whether numb, cold, or scarcely clinging onto love-
she goes...
Courage to stand again though she may be standing alone
Courage to love again...
to believe...
to strive...
to be...
And she continues...

There is beauty in the woman who is flawed
Aware she is imperfect, but knowing she is perfectly placed together,
though she may not even see
From her many stories and paths where there were the sweetest of daisies, or livid flames burning up the ground in which her feet stood on
Beauty in her scars-whether self inflicted or placed by others...
because she is still here
And though, she carries or may have carried bags or burdens,
she is still learning to fly
Still growing...
Still moving...
And she continues...

I know a woman-women-and we, we continue.

-B. Elae