steel woman felt nothing
always thinking the power belonged to others
and the pain was hers alone.
she decided, without becoming steel.
but the steel owned her.
only gradually she realized that steel
is something she wore,
not part of her at all, and
a fickle bit of armor at that,
since it sometimes let the hurt in
at the most inopportune moments,
when she did not wish to feel.
so she began to let it go
ever so slowly,
but with much determination.
she learned to fashion the steel into something
that would serve her,
she wrapped herself around that raw power
owning it now, the steel and the road,
her slightest touch guiding
rolling thunder through the fogged blackness
joy splashing up from the pavement
and tears pouring down from the heavens
her heart open to the anointing,
she rode that steel like lightening.
– Able Boodha