A Different Breed of Woman
Where is she from and where is she going?
A Different Breed of Woman
She rose from fire
with quiet grace,
a steady breath
that would not fade.
Light traced her skin
like glowing rain,
each spark alive
with stubborn will.
She held her fears
like gentle cloth,
she folded them
and walked ahead.
No storm could move
the shape she made,
her soul was built
from deeper things.
People looked on
and tried to see
the secret place
that made her strong.
She walked alone
without regret,
her calm was sharp
as morning frost.
She faced the world
and did not bend,
a different breed
in every step.
And when she spoke
the room grew still,
her quiet voice
became the light.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Great poem, Marie. So full of vivid descriptions
What a woman this one is. One that is all for Equal rights.
this reminds me of the song-This Girl is on Fire