I Was No One But A Woman

They thrive upon this bleeding existence of mine. They suspire with the love that brims upon the core of my being. And they continue to enhance their quiddities while living upon the essence of mine.

Yet, they miserably failed to acknowledge the thorns that I had embraced only to shield them from the countless perils of life. Yet, they miserably failed to acknowledge the blossoms that I had plucked from the pits of my soul only to vivify their mundane entities. Yet, they hardly ceased to strip me of the reverence & solicitude that had been destined solely to be mine.

For all they ever did, was to question my worth, nescient to who I was.

And I was no one but a mother. I was no one but a daughter. I was no one but a sister. I was no one but a wife. And, I was no one but HER-

The umpteen forms of the seraphic yet the calamitous creation of the Almighty.

I was no one but a Woman.