on writing women - NaPoWriMo #23

the written word
will never do justice to a woman,
and yet i try to capture
the movements of strangers
as their lives weave in and out 
of each others'. 

with what ink 
can i write down the colours
of a woman's day,
as she goes about her day -
measured movements,
silent prayers,
unsettled glances.
what metaphor 
can ever perfectly capture
how she navigates tides and tides
of love and loss
and everything in between 
like a sailor without 
a North Star. 
what verse 
can perfectly worship
her strength, her fears,
her joy, her tears,
and everything that lies 
in the middle of nothing,
nowhere.

i try to write down
a woman,
but my words,
any words,
will never be enough.