Am I a woman of strength?
There are those that say so,
but the thickness of my skin
can no longer hide what lies within.
For it lies there waiting –
“Let it rest,” they say;
“Do not awaken that beast.”
But the stir I feel –
slumber must cease!
Am I a woman of courage?
There are those that doubt.
Words of hush now spoken,
I no longer have a choice;
I must at once be His token.
For it lies there begging –
“Let me out,” it whispers.
And the stir I see –
slumber must awaken!
Am I a woman of love?
I don’t rightly know;
for the word has left scars
as it embedded its scent,
and tattooed my soul
with utter torment.
For it has revealed itself –
a secret beast now shaken.
And, it demands exit,
as inside me is quaking.
Am I a woman of much?
I’d like to think so;
for I sat before Him
with that beast in tow.
And, as it began to devour me,
I cast my eyes upward;
with one smile,
to me a gift was bestowed.
Strength, courage, and love
from His lips did flow.
Am I a woman of life?
Now, this answer I know;
but remember I must,
it was by the weight of that beast
that upward I was thrust.
For it forever lies inside me,
no longer willing and wailing;
just reminding me that it was by He
the beast’s hold on me was crushed.