Confessions of an Optimistic Pessimist

I am in sheer awe of women.
Of her unbridled prowess.
Of her unfathomable strength.
To be beautiful in her vulnerability.
To make lightning tremble when she turns a cold stare.
Words alone cannot capture her.
She has been compared to a thousand suns
But man never truly felt her warmth
Until she unfolds herself onto you,
Allowing you, strange creature, into her
Own whimiscal world.
I sing odes for her,
To the ethereal way light twinkles in her eyes,
To her battle scars–
To the mastectomy and c-section alike.
She wears dignity in the gap between her teeth, a smile that can melt in seconds.
She breathes humility in the lines
In her smile and eyes,
Withholding inside jokes and deep belly laughter
You’d count your lucky stars to know.
I cherish you
Mother, grandmother, sister, niece, doll.
You withhold grandeur
Uncontainable to the naked eye.
Carry yourself high with this knowledge,
And never
Let the bastards grind you down.