Virtuous Women

Virtuous Women

The immensely torturing agony

Rising up on the inside

How to piece the picture together

To convey the correct message

That has delayed the reality before me

As if God and I had miscommunicated along the way

Now the joy was lost…

Better yet it died from the sarcastic

But penetrating thought of failure

As if my once unique life now becomes

This mediocre stereotypical cliché

Somewhere along the way in the pasture of forgiveness

Grace found me revived, reconnected and reconstructed me

And put me back together again

With the creator, God almighty

God and I have a deeper connection

To get the pleasure

I had to go through the pain

To now have a life

Of a Virtuous Women