She may seem breakable
Like a ceramic doll,
Even fall apart
With one heart-breaking phone call.
But those who know
her
Intimately over the years,
Have seen her crumble
And wipe away her tears.
She is filled with such strength
That many do not possess,
And the fire within her
Is never completely at rest.
Her life has been filled with challenges
Of hurts, hurdles and those who let her down,
But not one has prevented her
From picking herself up off the ground.
For to be a quitter
Isn’t her protocol.
She always comes back
Standing tall!
You can see shattered glass,
Someone broken with pieces amiss,
But you would be missing,
God’s ability to give ladders to those in abyss.
She has an ability
To see through the bull,
She may not say a word
But this woman’s no fool.
So judge not the petal
That is the last one on the vine,
For the last one hanging
May be the one most divine.
