As a child we are most often regaled

With tales of women who sailed

Through life as mere shadows

Of men, behind whom they trailed

Folklore ingrains in us the likes

Of those who follow their men

Till the ends of earth bare feet

Not once wincing aloud even then

Our goddesses were those who lent

Silent support, suffering with dignity

The epitome of a backbone never bent

Bearing the brunt of their men’s destiny

No matter what, the man he was

His actions dictated her life’s role

Be it to be banished for not a fault

From her home, for some noble goal

So to break free and find your true soul

Does often lead to pain and slander

And though these tales imprint deep

What is good for the goose is too for the gander!

~Glowing Embers~