Essence of a Woman

 

She only knew the importance of her voice,

When she was silenced
Her words carried less worth day by day,
You might see her struggling,
But you will never see her fall,
Never mistake her silence for weakness,
She is defined by no man,
She fought to rise from her ashes,
Since day one she had everything she ever wanted,
But society told her otherwise,
She built her own empire,
From the bricks they threw at her,
Her wounds held stories,
That no book had the spine to carry,
She had no fear for failures,
As she was once told: 
"Failure is another step to greatness"
She was once a seed,
Now she was a sprouted grown tree,
Rooted to the ground,
No typhoons or cyclones moved her,
She was here to stay,
She will only go once she leaves marks,
That no men can overdo,
She was a female,
She was the definition of feminine,
Yet another woman maybe very different. By Aishath Aneega Suruhaab, 8A.