{"id":65295,"date":"2020-06-27T13:21:19","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:21:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65295"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:21:19","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:21:19","slug":"resilience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/resilience\/","title":{"rendered":"Resilience"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You can tell when a woman has been through a lot, it\u2019s the weariness of her face.<br \/>\nThe erasure of her smile replaced with a blank stare.<br \/>\nShe isn\u2019t broken just tired of the lies.<br \/>\nDon\u2019t mistake or assume her demise.<\/p>\n<p>She hasn\u2019t lost hope.<br \/>\nHope just sits around the corner waiting to hear back from a wait list that never gets shorter but continues to grow day by day.<br \/>\nUsing the strength she has to rise from her pillow only to allow her head to fall in that same place night after night.<br \/>\nWorrying if her children can sleep without the lights.<\/p>\n<p>Tears no longer fall from her eyes.<br \/>\nShe learned those drops didn\u2019t change the fact that her baby has to eat.<br \/>\nWatching her own dreams\u00a0 become obsolete.<br \/>\nA numbness washes over her body as she lays submerged in the water.<br \/>\nCleansing her aching bones and reviving her relentless spirit.<\/p>\n<p>You see her everyday working in the office next to you, sitting in her car in traffic, or standing at the bus stop.<\/p>\n<p>She maybe feeding her children an orange while waiting under a stop sign holding a family in need sign.<br \/>\nShe is the prayer, the plea and the redemption.<\/p>\n<p>Her resilience echoes a vibration the universe cannot deny it can only supply and fulfill her desperate needs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You can tell when a woman has been through a lot, it\u2019s the weariness of her face. The erasure of her smile replaced with a blank stare. She isn\u2019t broken just tired of the lies. Don\u2019t mistake or assume her demise. She hasn\u2019t lost hope&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1459,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7],"tags":[3442,3518,3605],"class_list":["post-65295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","tag-2020poetrymarathon","tag-divinecollectionofchaos","tag-resilience"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65295","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1459"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65295"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65448,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65295\/revisions\/65448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}