Her strength is her vulnerability

She has been hauled to the ground

Countless times than she could remember

But over and over, she keeps rising

With renewed strength each time

Some consider her vulnerable

A weakness in itself

What they can never understand is that it takes so much more to rise when beaten down

There comes a time of desperation that life throws its storms 

Yet, few arise from the impact

But the woman continually rises 

Each storm strengthening her

A surge of energy coursing through her

For she lives a life of purpose

She is not done yet

She has a vision before her

Never minding the naysayers

She has carved a path for herself

Only she can see this

For her dreams guides her and can never be stopped...

Even in her vulnerability,  she exhibits unwithering strength 

That is what it is to be a woman

Never giving up but constantly been formed by experiences

Stronger, more gracious as time passes...