I don't pretend that I can speak for all women, but I would imagine that a lot of them will identify with at least some part of this poem. I look forward to your comments on this one...
Fragile
be gentle...
that woman's more fragile than you know
she might walk like she's got a big ego
but sometimes that confidence is borrowed
it might not show but her feelings ebb and flow
and she's under the pressure of heavy cargo
including her fair share of sorrow
but she banishes her weaknesses far below
the surface
and keeps going
see that unshakable woman...
she's more sensitive than you think
her head and her heart aren't always in sync
even small matters can make that tall woman shrink
or push her beyond the brink
of what she can handle
but she pulls it together
that spitfire woman...
she's more weary that she seems
see, it's a tiresome thing to have her dreams
trampled before they can be redeemed
all the while swimming upstream
just to get to stability
look deeper
how hard do you look to try to see her?
how far do you go to try to reach her?
how tight do you squeeze to try to keep her?
that woman carries the burden of creation on her shoulders
sometimes you gotta offer to hold her
you can't afford to forget to console her
yeah, i know...she's strong and agile
but please understand
that woman is FRAGILE
