The Gifts Of A Strong Woman

After writing that poem with Sheila I found myself thinking some more about what I had been through in my life and decided to write another poem but a little differently this time. Enjoy and feel free to comment

I was blessed,

this I do know.

Given gifts,

that not many may know.

in the fires of birth

before your path is forged,

Goddess Diana

made some changes

to my body to make me survive.

First, my spine was filled with a metal

that could never be broken.

My body was dipped,

into a sacred potion.

This way,

no matter what stupid thing I did.

I was ensured, that til my life was supposed to go,

I was going to always live.

She gave me keen intellect,

and ability to reason.

But upon this,

she passed me on,

to another God,

Who saw something different.

a need to love,

and have some compassion

so for my emotions,

she made them overflow

and made a helper

to anyone who asked.

Next another God came

Who decided my path,

said I was well equipped

for my life's travellng ride,

and gave me impossible odds to face

and problems that no one could stand up to.

A sense of strength,

and stubborness to give up.

To fight for what was right,

and to protect the underlings,

and above all, prefer happiness over greed.

And so I was born.

And great difficulties came my way.

Some that would make most just run away.

Some that would have them take out their lives.

Trust me I thought of those things,

but for some reason kept plugging my way.

I'd make up my mind

and that was just it.

Couldn't change it,

wasn't going to,

you couldn't talk me into s**t.

Well more problems would pile onto the others.

But my spine of titanium just kept up straight

it was so hard core.

Sometimes I wondered

if I would ever see a sunshine day

Where I could laugh,

and relax

have fun and just play

Well I did,

and I treasured them more,

because I knew they wouldn't last long

with the burdens I bore.

But's that just my sob story,

of being Super Woman.

I can't break,

give in,

and I fight for the right...

Helping those in trouble as I go along.

Even when my own life is too in the wrought.

Still... I wear a smile, for it's got to be worth it right?

It's not all for naught?

Author's Note

Have fun with it, as I did writing it!

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

I am glad to see you are continuing on with the story of your overcoming the bad things in your life!
It is touching that you have been through so many hardships, troubles, abuse, and you name it, and still think of others! You are a strong woman with a big heart!!
Great write!
Sheila