The thing I don't want to have to be ...
Soft, flowery, pliable and free is more my speed.
Laboring hard, rough, and sweatily is so much less than what I was engineered for.
A glorified vessel of honor decorated delicately, to be admonished and adored.... this is that which I was fashioned.
Taking the lead, if I must I will; yet I'd rather encourage, build, inspire, and push others to succeed.
Naturing the seed of the original man, protecting the gift of the Divine, this perfected work so much more sublime.
Secure in my softness, embracing my fragile nature, supportive of my submission, while reveling in the exchange of the life giving essence.
Never fighting the need to hold up, lift or pick up, stand beside or follow behind the leader, granted the wisdom to go before.
I don't want to have to be strong!
Yet, it's innate and came with this frame. My hips cradle creativity, my lips spark the beat of mankind's heart. My hands wipe every tear and soothe every muscle that is sore.
The strength of me is seen when I smile, in the joyful song my eyes sing as I behold the children my womb brought forth. Moreover, my strength is apparent when the shaky exhale flows forth from the well of my chest; when all is right at night.
As the silence surrounds a content home, filled with love, flowing with laughter, and warm from the strength God gifted to the woman.
