Long after I waded the sea,
Perhaps having been tamed,
To see what others see,
With nothing to gather me the fame,
I had to become what I was destined to be.
The woman I became,
Close to what I should have dreamt,
Other paths may have crossed mine the same,
But nothing to deter the vigour to discard all that would make me lame.
The woman I became,
Full of life when all felt lost,
Mastering the art of laughter,
Even though sometimes forced.
The woman I became,
Trudging forward when all roads led back,
Even though sometimes it made more sense to go back.
Believing in oneself when all said 'doubt',
Knowing I could everything but back out.
The woman I became,
One I should hold with pride,
For all I knew brought me here,
Not high or near,
To what others thought.
But then,
No soul has strength on our paths,
But powers we ourselves accord them.
The woman I became,
Felt lost at some point,
And attracted nothing you'd term beautiful,
Knew to my hip and breast,
That no more could rescue me,
And so it changes,
And the same hip and breast,
Gave me the urge to keep on.
It's what it takes,
To lie so low,
Nothing can bring you higher,
Or take you lower,
To know only you realise how deep in you are,
That only you,
Can bring you back to sealevel
The woman I became,
Tired from all the fighting at the battlefield,
Nothing but my strength became the strong shield,
Blocking my heart, from all the orders to yield.
The woman I became,
Is the woman I am.
I will die of anything but shame,
For what I have been.
For as little as the ant's remains of cane,
I will be the woman I am.
