Like the visable poeticness
scattered all around us -
there is so much hidden beauty
infront of our eyes,
Only few seem to see it all,
others fail to see any of it at all--they walk
as though they are hypnotised.
She is so many
of these beautiful things,
seen by few, invisible to so many,
Priceless--worth a fortune to few,
To others, worthless--worth only
a single penny.
She is like the stubborn raindrops
left behind on a window
after the rain,
She is that song
that you resonate with,
touching a chord
as it hits your heart,
after pumping through
your every vein.
She is the bright rainbow
covering up a scary storm -
She is still able to smile
after extremely bad weather,
she has had this strength
ever since she was born.
She is the hopeful sunrise
following a long, dark,
dreadful night,
A serene calm ocean,
a heavenly magical horizon
that you are lucky enough to catch
in your sight.
She is the much needed umbrella
that pops up and keeps you dry,
She is your wings, unseen,
but she carries you ever so high -
she is the reason why you can fly.
She is so many special things
that so many fail to recognise
and see,
Not being appreciated
does not mean
that she isn't everything
that she knows to be.
She is the delicate butterfly
that came from nowhere,
The precious tainted one
that struggled so hard
and survived to be there.
She is often misunderstood,
sometimes she doesn't even exist,
But she knows her worth -
with the unconditional love from God,
her children, and her man,
she will continue to persist.
She is so many special things
that so many fail to recognise
and see,
She is unique -
she is unlike anyone,
deep down she is very proud
that she is "She!"
By Lady R.F ©2017