the mettle of a woman

The mettle of a woman

Is forged in fire
Hammered by adversity.
She rises from the coals
A phoenix fused into
A juggernaut of strength
And grace and accomplishment
She raises everyone around her.
Her laughter teases and cajoles
The best out of the best of the best.

akhilandeshvari

I am not her.
I flinch and stutter.
Loud is too loud.
Bright is too bright.
Splinters gore and gouge
Brushes of sleeves
Sear and rend
I raise no one.
I impart nothing.
I lead only lemmings into the sea
I repulse and annoy.
I may remain merely and constantly
A cautionary tale.

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