A fearsome thing
This woman's heart
Deep and full of storms
Fire and ice
Battle strong
Tender in a loving embrace
Her tears burn hot
Her laughter soars
Her silence dooms
Wild and chained
By life's demands
Surrender never a choice
Defy the norms
Was not her aim
When first her soul
Took flight
Her heart rules each step
Her yearnings know no rest
Cradled in her being
Sheltered from the world
What shapes her life
Not seen or understood
So many expectations
Pummel her daily
~ Ellen Apple 01/27/2015
