Women, I Compare Thee

Women, I Compare Thee

Happy International Women’s Day in advance

Feminine symbolism
Women, I Compare Thee

Women and their strength
And all the weeds, flowers, and grasses
That grow upon our skin, uninvited

Women and their endurance
And all these gigantic trees
That crawl and root inside of us, forcibly

Women, we are, storm-like creatures
Winged, and crowned, but still, humble,
Perhaps, the metaphor for a flower trampled on 
So beautiful petals snatched away

Our cries, they turn into lake and rivers 
Lakes and rivers hosting thy worlds,
That body of us, blossoming vessels 
Within which thy dreams come true

We hold the mountains in our breasts 
And cradle the sky as birds fly by
Stopping the magma with the gentleness of a kiss

Women we are brave womanhood
Dancing bodies rising higher into thy sky,
Our belly walls crack, and iron rains everywhere
Such odd and fascinating creatures 
Longing for wilderness and freedom to be

Women and their tender caring clasp
And our damp basin filled of thy seeds
Which we keep safe, till they wonderfully germinate;
And as thy roots tear us open crude 
We hold on to this love with pain 
Hoping, that the beauty of us remain immortal.

-Eiravel-

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