Woman of Woes
Ever wonder what makes her eyes
So deep like oceans beneath free skies?
Ever wonder why her smiles
Are so troubling, like roses with thorny spikes?
She would never tell you why
She stops talking suddenly and becomes quiet.
She can endure all of life’s cruelties and bereavements
Without complaints, sighs and cries.
Maybe she was rejected in love;
Maybe she loved and lost;
Maybe she cried without consequence,
Maybe she suffered in permanence.
She must sit and cry in solitude
She must lie awake every night;
Perhaps because no morning can return
The lost luminosity of happiness she yearns,
And no dawn can bring back
The voice of love her life desperately lacks.
You may think she’s strong in her endurance
Perhaps you are wrong to assume her perseverance.
She might only be pretending,
Lying to herself, continually denying
That she is shattered and lost.
She needs help but hesitates to ask
Yet reaching her is not quite complicated a task.
Just try once to make her realize
What’s her real worth in life.
She needs love undoubtedly;
Just give her a little faith with it unconditionally.

(This poem illustrates the epitome of emotions most women especially in eastern societies experience throughout a major portion of life. I wrote it as an inspiration from all the women I knew and know who continue to live despite harsh realities.)