A Simple Woman

She molds herself to the winds of disorder and despair.
Supple in stance, bending to meet her challenges,
she moves and sways in beautiful ways.
The composure of her spirit is absolute.



Challenged, she folds her arms across her chest
or plants her hands on her hips.
She does not debate when she's in that state.
The meditations of her heart stand firm.



She imposes self silence when bitter words
are just too easy to speak.
She'll acquiesce to your thoughtlessness.
The rules of her game are golden.



Wounded, she is not broke in half
or flung face down on the ground.
She sees the gain in every pain.
The restoration of her soul is complete.



She isn't bound by popular ideals
of beauty or perfection.
Standing bare in the mirror's glare
she's sustained by her simple reflection.


© 1998 Terri McPherson
Windsor, Ontario, Canada

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