Work In A Woman’s Mind
What is it that occurs in there? When you venture into your mind, what is it that stabilizes your happiness, your sadness, your fears, and over all your emotions? For when I look at you I see a head of knowledge propped up on shoulders that were built strong enough to carry her burdens. For that you are independent. For that you are strong. For that you are loving. For that you are a woman. What is the stain upon your brain that says to you “he’s worth it”? How did it get there? Did I embark on you? Did I imprint your heart with my touch? What is the work in a woman’s mind? There is a glow upon you in the eyes of I. A white glow with a hint of blue that says “trust me, it’ll be okay”. For you brace me with comfort and security. For that I say, thank you. Thank you for holding the tools that I couldn’t fit in my tool bag, the one’s that created the beautiful monument in your head, also known as your brain. There is plenty of work in a woman’s mind. I only hope that I constructed hope where you constructed dreams.
