Superwoman

You thought to pull me down,
drag me through the mud,
rake burning coals over my bleeding heart.

You sought to strip me of my dignity,
lay my soul bare,
reduce me to a quivering mass of shame.

You schemed to rob me of my faith,
render me insensate,
leave me wrung out; a dirty dish cloth.

But...

I came out spotless,
my bleeding heart cooling the coals,
turning them into cold, innocuous ashes.

I hold my head up high,
striding with confident steps,
my dignity, a shining robe.

I emerged with nary a wrinkle,
entirely sentient,
and my faith...

grows...
grows...
grows.