Opening Doors Poem by Ruth Kuttler

The fairer sex is what she's called. A struggle to begin.
For in a world where man is king it's difficult to win.
But tenderness and nurturing are not to be misread.
A strength and power to rule the world lie in her pretty head.

Sometimes her magic's camouflaged, she doesn't know it's there.
Caught up in daily mindless tasks, to dream she doesn't dare.
Adversities and challenges are always in her way.
And yet she knows it's possible to change her life one day.

Every stone she stumbles on and every time she falls,
It puts her where she's meant to be - appears like blocks and walls.
And yet it is another door in spite of what it seems,
A lesson waiting to be learned; a gateway to her dreams.

Sometimes she must remind herself, the sun comes up each day.
And even in the darkest night, the moon will light her way.
No rainbow comes without the storm and peace may come with wars.
And in her heart she knows she'll win if she keeps opening doors.