what happens when you break a woman

Brilliant pastels

Gentle ferocity locked beneath

A cloud of silencing fog

Fiery fountains of rain

Hideous strength

Trapped behind a fence of expectation

She, pillar of marble, ocean of tears

Flowing over from the brim with

Brightest colors of every shade of love

Yet there behind the gate she stands

Color dimmed

Pastels crumbling like chalk

She comes alive with light

But poison rancid mist has filled her breath

Against her will she stands behind the gate

Within she carries vibrant dreams

Violent pain

Victorious light

But stands as if cemented in that coldness

Her mouth is glued, her eyes are closed

For if she dares to move she knows she'll fall

The world cannot handle her

For she is not the delicate, the docile, the decorous

She is fire, flame, ferocity

She is Woman.

Someday her hand will grasp the key

Her aching fingers will fling wide the gate

Her eyes will open, her lips part

In a wild screaming cry of victory she will stand

She will move.

She will rise.

She will conquer.

O, Man, beware the Woman you have trapped

She may soon arise to heights beyond your own

For once you put her in a box and walked away

You earned her fiery release of light.

I will move.

I will rise.

I will conquer.

I am Woman. Hear my cry.