A strong woman is an iron rose,
and she makes it look easy to be strong,
because she carries a heavy burden with ease.
She looks wonderful even with the many years of care-worn rust.
She looks better with the rust than she would have without it.
She is battered and dropped and stomped on…
Her personality is reflective of damage done.
However, even though she is these things, she looks unscathed to the outside eye.
The inside might be compromised.
Be aware.
She is not relaxed.
Must not relax- must always prevail.
She must never give into the drama of it all.
This is the curse of it, this is the story of this, and
this is what makes up the iron in the rose.
And she might not be the prettiest rose,
The rose that smells the best,
Her petals might not be soft
and she may stick you with her thorns from time to time….
however, she is one of the stronger species of rose.
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