In pieces, she sleeps
in pieces, she breathes
in pieces, she lives
yet resilient and stronger
she rises with every piece
that fragments off her.
She is the essence personified
She is the naked truth
She is the power, the fearless,
the bold feminine. She
reassembles the jigsaw pieces
unfazed by the cartography
of the puzzle.
She is recreating a newer land,
she did not know exists in her.
And you still wonder how she quietly
lived all the while in you without a murmur.
A woman's swag is in her Shakti, the feminine power.
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