Like a Phoenix we rise.....

Friends, Foes, Fellow sufferers Lend me you ears.
This is an ode, an anthem which will resonate with each one of you.

This is my story, your story, our story.
This is for every wonderful, lovely woman out there.

I come to bury my hopes, my dreams, my shattered heart for I shall not dare hope anymore.
The evil has triumphed & the good interred right here.

They said I was cold. They said I did not care enough.
They said it was my fault that I trusted the unworthy.
If it were so then yes trust & hope are grievous sins.
Because this is their inventory of my sins & they must be right since they are honorable.

I tried to be fair. I tried to truly care.
I tried to make all happy. I tried to bring cheer.
I wanted to create a little, fantasy fairy world of my own.
I am not pretty, I am not petty.

I believed in the goodness of the heart in others.
I believed in the honesty of friendship.
I believed in the loyalty of loved ones.
I believed in the honor which lies in everyone's heart.
I believed in god, I believed in the power of word.
I believed the promise of forever.
I believed in compassion.

I was passionate about my work. I was fierce in my loyalty.
I gave without asking anything. I gave & I gave.

I hurt, I bleed.
I am not beautiful, I am not fashionable.
I juggle work & family.
I dont dress up, dont get decked up.
I am not a masterchef, I am not a Martha Stewart.
I try my best but I am not perfect.
I have lines & stretch marks.
I try to be strong but sometimes I cry.

I was betrayed.
I was mocked in public.
Those who were supposed to help were mute witnesses.

My wings have been torn but I still want to fly
My legs have given out but I still want to leap
My hands are tied but I still want to break out
My voice has been muzzled but I still want to speak

My tears are silent ones not meant to garner sympathy
My screams are private not meant for public exhibition

I am not perfect
I never claimed to be
But I am proud that I am what I am!
PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

I might be down but do not count me out Yet.
My voice might be lost but my hopes are not.
My heart might have been shattered but my resolve has not.
My dreams might be crushed but my soul has not.
My trust might be broken but my strength has not.

But my moment to shine will soon arrive.
I will fight & fight fair.
For my hopes, for my dreams,
for what is right & for a future bright.

Like a Phoenix I will rise from the ashes of this failure.
Like a Beacon I will shine as a lone star of hope to all.

I will be the voice of reason.
I will not be broken by treason.

I will not shake, I will not break.
I will not weep, I will not wail.

I will fight, fight for my right.

I am not perfect
I never claimed to be
But I am proud that I am what I am!
PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

A Toast to all PERFECTLY IMPERFECT women!

This is an anthem for Mauli.
This is an anthem for me.
This is an ode to you & every perfectly imperfect women out there!

Very well written post.Nice to see your post again.

Wow 👏

Are you a writer ??

Sooo good to see u back Angels

Hii Angels...

True words... And happy to see u back here...😊

Very beautifully written.👏

Angel, wow, this is beautifully written. Much love.