woman is a Foreign Land

Woman is a Foreign Land

Writing is healing and prayer for me.writing makes me who I want to be and these words inside my heart gives shape to my existence.

I wrote this piece to honor the silent, fierce battles women fight every day. So often, a woman is treated like a foreign land to be conquered, or a language to be decoded. But her spirit is not written in Braille for the world to simply touch and read.

This poem is a reflection on her hidden pain, but mostly, it is a celebration of her ultimate liberation—the moment she realizes she belongs to no one but God, resting in love, and flying free in her own sky.

Woman is a foreign land, or so I once had heard,

And now I feel the hidden pain in every silent word.

My mind then asked a question: Lord, who owns her native heart?

She belongs to no one here, but falls in broken parts.

And where have all her pieces gone, scattered in the dark?

Woman is a foreign land, a fertile battleground,

Defeated in the moments where no victory is found.

I walked a mile away from here, and never to return,

Beyond the truth, into the sand, where desert suns will burn.

Where eagles and the vultures fly, in search of fallen prey,

And crying till I lost my mind, I watched her fade away.

The tears were dried upon the sand, swallowed by the earth,

The soul inside her flew away, to find a second birth.

And nobody knows the real truth, or where she takes her stand,

Woman is a mystery, a distant, foreign land.

Did she ever belong to her? Oh Lord, no mortal man ,

Could ever learn to read her soul, or understand her plan.

How tough the woman truly is, a land so far and wide,

You need a foreign language now, to see what she must hide.

For woman is not Braille to read beneath your fingertips,

She doesn't need your careless touch, or whispers from your lips.

She is a delayed creation, finding where she ought to be,

Existing just to find the one who holds her native key.

So stand up, walk some miles away, and run to touch the sky,

Where hurricanes and thunder roar, and let your spirit fly.

Though storm and stress may swallow you, hey woman, run away,

Your lonely sky is waiting now, beyond the fading day.

You shall reach the highest peak, the zenith in the blue,

A lonely soul with open arms, waiting to welcome you.

To hug you tight and give you strength, courage in the fight,

And guide you through the darkness into everlasting light.

She never will belong to you, she walks on different shores.

Just visit her inside a dream, for God will heal her heart,

She was the toughest masterpiece He crafted from the start.

And He shall wipe away her tears, for she belongs above,

A child of the Creator now, resting in His love.

An angel flying all alone, to watch over the earth,

To germinate the garden seeds, and give the spirit birth.

So let her fly into the sky, where she is free from pain,

And know this angel of the Lord shall never fall again.