For I am woman, I know
What makes me  
Who I am,
What makes me
The person I was,
The person I am,
With you I thought you were
Needed,
Apart of me a symbol
Of womanhood,
But you would have been
My undoing,
A part of me that would
Take me,
Injure me,
Bring pain upon me
And those who I loved,
Tainted parts you could
Infect,
Spread,
Harm,
I thought long and hard
By choice I removed you,
I thought you would
"See me different"
Not see me the same,
But you embraced me,
"Never letting go"
"I love every part of you"
"I love you for who you are,"
"I am still a woman"
Just because parts are no longer
"Seen"
I am a woman because its
Who I am, I am confident
Even though pieces lost, *I am still whole.

♥

A raindrop

landed upon the petal of the rose ,

lingered there  ~

refined in elegant repose.

The rose laughed

in joy

and fragrant bloom.

♥


Then slowly,

delicately,

the raindrop slid,

until finally

it descended to the soil

in respite.

♥

Absorbed by the earth

to the roots it would flow,

unbeknownst to the rose

still there to help it grow.

♥


The rose

in sorrowful solitude

then looked up to the sky

from whence the raindrop came ~

its leaves held up in gratitude.

And in abundant mercy

the rain softly fell

from above.

♥

This is Love.

♥