11/04/2017

The Last Petal



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. 

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