Here's to the women that have unsettled thoughts, uncertain paths, and hearts like sponges that clean up all of the blood from the broken hearts of others.
Here's to the women that have backbones made out of steel, their great-grandmother's mettle, and the prayers their daddies whispered before they were even formed. Here's to the women that aren't afraid to make tough decisions, speak hard truths, and aren't afraid to ball their fists tighter than hardened clay - here's to the women that aren't afraid of the fight. Here's to the women that step into the middle of the arena. Here's to the women that have rally cries that inspire wanderers behind them. Here's to the women that turn around, without hesitation, to help the staggering few behind them. Here's to the women that do hard things even though they're terrified. Here's to the women that sometimes need to rest. With their hands on their knees, they bend over to catch their breath. And here's to the women that stand back up and continue. Here's to the women that just ... continue. And here's to the women that run their fingers over the cracks and bloodied edges of you, and when you forget - when you forget where you've come from when you forget where you've been when you forget what battles you've won when you forget what battles you've lost when you forget - here's to the women that whisper softly that you are a climber you are a live wire you are a survivor you are stronger than you ever thought possible. xoxo, B. |
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