A Woman Of Sober Dignity

I am swollen

With anticipation

My body doesn’t understand

And so i am afraid

Fear is familiar

But still frightening

It is a powerful storm

Uppn which I float

My wise mind is the rope

to which I cling

It holds fast.

My trepidation is crashing waves and rolling thunder

I am choosing to go back under

The storms will come.

I am ready to look back

So I can move forward

Once and for all

I am going weeding

So my flowers can thrive

They need a little rain to r e a l l y come alive

Every bloom and every blade

Sprouts from every tough choice that I have made

Forming another link my armor

I am stronger

Every day

Good choices compound infinitely

& I am now a woman of sober dignity.

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