She's been through alot,
I'll have said hell and back,
But i've realized hell is her abode,
The very territory of an enemy,
She wakes up each morning,
Frown on her face,
Her legs hitting the ground,
The lion in her den still abound
I wonder how she manages a smile,
She has to tame her lion,
Day after day keeping him cool,
She's a woman of great courage,
Each day close to his teeths,
Seeking how to not be the meat,
To kneel with the tray,
And not be the prey.
She would have left his grasp,
But she doesnt want his roar,
So she keeps her cool,
That doesnt keep him cool,
She's battered and broken,
All her comfort is in her cubs,
He was to be her shielder,
Has been the archer,
You have gotten inside the female mind and heart and soul with this poem that, given its content, makes you a master of sensitivity. You do not mince words- you paint a brutal portrait of this man and woman. Sent chills down by back. And those last 2 lines? Perfect closure- in tune with the harsh directness of the rest of the poem. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ and a like for you as a poet and a place on my fav list for this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila