The Woman of Grace
"Her truth beams into the dark eyes, her smile carries the elixir of all pain,
Her body is angelic, her cast is embellished devoid of stain.
She is the fragrance, the glow of the universe rests on her face,
She is an embodiment of the Goddess, She is the woman, the woman of grace."
But let's ponder on the subjectivity of this carriage.
A bairn with a simper is today born
A label is pushed, looked at with scorn.
She is sometimes sacked, maimed, packed like trash
Few call her charm, some drowned with a little splash.
If she is lucky enough to survive she will find no name.
If born in a noble family she is the princess with no bane.
But her life is not hers, she is destined to chosen fame,
A daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother; her roles guarded with shame.
She couldn't relate with squalls, as gifted many dolls;
She is keen in her gaze but offered no chess no maze.
She is amazed, how they dress, no-frills no lace,
She is not supposed to ask but to give and brace.
She is limited in her choices, her home is her school;
She is prisoned with the luxuries, she is refined with rules.
Her body began to bleed, before she is freed,
In this despotic world, how will she lead?
Her aims are drawn in the frame of her form,
She is to live with the codes, flow with the norm.
A woman one day infringed the rules,
She climbed the ladders, she went to school.
She asked not obeyed, she dreamt, she played.
She cooked the meals, she paid the bills.
She upheld her beauty, did her duty,
She ruled like a queen, with a mighty sheen.
She claimed the universe, it belonged to her dream,
She is fierce, unfathomably extreme.
Unending journey, she went on to tread;
She murmured the song, undefined, unsaid.
She was heading to the summit which has no peak,
She is writing the answers to the questions none seek.
She failed one day, as it was destined,
She got banished from the regime where once she shined.
Fizzled in the head, her body gave up soon,
The cadaver lied beaming under the brightened moon.
But she managed to clear the blurred views,
That woman will be colored in varying hues.
They will be named for where they chose to stand,
They will be printed, published, and canned.
The answers she once wrote, vanished in the toil;
The daughters on the earth are left to the spoil.
For they have to struggle, they too have to claim;
What's theirs is not defined and there's none to blame.
The world is changing, the wise say so;
What's changed in her world, only she better know.
She faces more dangers, the slaves becoming hounds,
She is lost in the debates, with no valid grounds.
She is questioned for her identity, she is scared in her palace;
The regime she once ruled, is filled with malice.
She's coated with labels, she's judged with a pun.
Once a Goddess now shot with a gun.
She once upheld shame in her walk,
Now shunned for what she can talk.
Her gaze is lowered, she committed a grave sin,
Born in the world so hollow from within.
She now asks the question but to herself,
If she too can be saved by the kind elf.
For there's no prince she is waiting for,
Scuffling with the tides when washed ashore.
She turned into a hero, she imagined in her stories.
She is fierce again in want of no glories.
From the cruel world which demeaned her existence,
She is ought to change the roles with sheer persistence.
She is no less, she triumphed when low,
She is the woman, the world will ever know.
With rage in her heart and calm on her face,
She is the woman, the woman of grace.
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Comments
Thank you for sharing such a finely written work. It goes deep in highlighting the modern day issues yet also portrays the divinity of a woman, a woman of grace.