My daughter wrote a stunning piece of spoken word. I would love for you to click on the link and listen to her reading it out... The truth in these words blessed my heart in a profound way. I share it with you with deep joy.
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The text of the spoken word:
When you look into a woman’s face
What do you see?
Sorrow.
It’s always there -
it’s what gives the waves to the ocean in her eyes,
The fire in the pit of her stomach,
The lines around her mouth,
and depth to her words.
Have you ever sat at the feet of a truly fierce woman:
Wearing truths she taught you to know;
just waiting, for the next pearl of wisdom to fall from her lips.
They splash onto those around her like tears.
Tears shed for the ruined and loved boy,
tears for the cherished and lost child,
tears for the battered and beautiful friend,
And hot wet burning tears for her own failures in grace.
These precious pearls were made through
the scratching of the sand of the world
That made wounds and scars on her heart.
That left their cutting mark, but were not felt in vain.
The laughter in the eyes of a child should be cherished.
Always.
for, the liquid sunlight dripping from their eyes will vanish in time.
But the laughter of a woman is stronger still.
For she has seen the inside of the darkness
and chosen to turn her eyes back to the sun;
Even when she does not believe in its existence.
The flower might close at night, but soon it will be morning
And with a choice of perseverance
She will again lift her eyes.
Sorrow is the hinge-pin, the centrepiece, of a woman's life.
It ties her to those around her with a triple woven tread.
Its end is what grounds her, like an anchor in a storm.
She has seen this before.
She knows: in time, a gleam will arise out of the bloodied mess of broken souls.
She stands
It’s a choice
She knows
And with love, She chooses to throw her heart back into the fray
In order to touch the child, seeing darkness for the first time,
The man waylaid and pushed to destruction,
The women abused night after night,
The running family with bombs sounding still in their ears,
And the quiet grief of a boy who has nothing left to give.
This is why we come to their feet.
This is why we trust them with our love.
Their eyes hold a well of sorrow and a smile of peace.
We know they can hold more,
and still will choose to look up from the dark to the sun.
Don’t forget their sorrow,
don’t rush on into life without their hands
They have lived your future pain.
Young women, those just tasting the start of truth,
Do not be afraid.
Every warrior has her story.
Yes, you too will have yours.
But a battered heart is not a broken life.
It is only a woman more ready to love
Well,
Wisely, and
Always.
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