The She who was He

She stood on the corner constant and still, awaiting her moment to arrive;

Owned nothing but her name, and even that was unsure,

with the constant travel of her belonging.

Yet she sat, longing, waiting, for a hand to come and yield;

or even lend a hand to grip;

Then along came a soul to quench her thirst, however wouldn't render her a single sip.

Again she remained in the groove of her seat,

relentless in the motionless squat;

Revealing none of her emotions or relevance,

And to move an inch she chose not.

So, she remained in her way through all distractions in the same spot yet again;

Then along came a being to provide a presence,

But their heart wouldn't let her in.

Tenacious, relentless, again and again, the spot she consumed stayed occupied;

With a stillness of her presence, an endless state, she remained while others denied.

She wandered no where, never moved an inch for the reasons only she possessed;

Hovering over, back arched great, hands caving deep within her chest.

Then along came an outlet from her stability,

no longer would she continue to sit;

But as she motioned to leave her place, the connection of the helping hand split.

Steadfast, remaining, dwelling;

holding true to her current place of residence;

Never uttering a word, or casting a complaint, she stayed in a pain so immense.

Fragile in the physical, emotional, and mental states of her body's temple;

Others overlooked her existence, and found her sitting extremely simple.

Along came a support to end her strife and obtained the capacity to resurrect her state;

But as she began to ask for help, an interjection speaks, "well, it's kinda late."

Days went by, then months, then years, as the woman remained in her place;

Over and over she was overlooked, and occupied irrelevant space.

But the last days came, and in that moment all those that overlooked her began to stare;

In the spot once rented out, she no longer sat there.

Thereafter arrived and all beings gathered at the gates as it was foretold;

One after another they all stood up awaiting the destination of their soul.

But they got a surprise, they couldn't enter in, the Father said, "My child I know you not."

And as they questioned the final judgment, God said "Think back-I was the lady in that spot."