I am getting old. I know my worth.
I know my purpose in this world.
My life is fulfilled, my eyes are ready to rest.
Yet I am still sowing, even if I don’t see the harvest.
Woman's work is never done!
In my blood I carry so many of them.
I can't even begin to fathom how many,
and how different each one of them had been.
You can see them in my gestures,
in my wince,
in my speech,
in my eyes,
in my bones,
in my attitudes...
I am them and they are me.
The good seeds they'd sown...
her cramped palms covered her face
concealing fear, confusion and hate
why does this happen to me right now
when has this nightmare become my fate
her thoughts spinning, searching for peace
her fingers digging deep into skin
whatever happened to the blithe days
how can I find peace deep within
please world don't let me stay in this state
please love don't leave me alone in here
please life don't abandon my veins
please God don't walk away from me
and then this voice strong, calm and sound
painted a picture of a new start
it asked to trust though there's no sense
it asked to open the wounded heart