Chapter 43 of my life:

A women’s worth a woman value.

It’s the calm of my storm; I thought I was in the eye of the tornado.

How the storm of my life has been so unpredictable.

I never saw the threatening winds.

I never felt the chill across my back.

I never felt the dust lift off the ground into my eyes.

A woman is supposed to be strong, and gentle on the eyes.

The chapters of my life are worn.

The corners of the book back are bent back and I doubt if the crease shall ever leave.

I wanted to stand tall like the empire state building.

I wanted to soar high like the eagles.

I wanted to be bright as the sun.

I wanted a man who would be my umbrella in all seasons.

Chapter 43 of my life is where the writer has writers block.

I heard I was the creation of love, but he said I was the creation of evil.

He who used to inspires my body and today he hurts my temple of wisdom with his actions.

I am build to carry the rains of my children. The mist of fog covers my soul.

I was able to give life to see my life taken from me, in every harsh word the people speak against me.

I am woman full of emotions and desires and dreams.

I only wanted him to be the head of my life, as god is the head of my spirits.

He bought me to a climax and touched me like I was silk.

He spoke words so ugly and half of them so untrue.

Chapter 43 of my life, the chapters before where full of death and sorrow and pain and happiness.

What shall my conclusion be?