A Warrior Queen
In this battle we call life
She wanders the hallway of her deepest crevasses,
Lost in the memories of long forgotten wins,
Every endeavour she has beaten with her determination,
When it battles her wishes before she even begins.
Nothing is an easy ride in her life,
Never has been,
She fights tooth and nail; day after day,
While hiding her struggles behind a falsity screen.
When she understands the steps she needs to follow,
She’ll hold on tight; fingernails cut to the core,
Her inner strength grows exponentially,
Even when life shows her the way to the door.
Her perseverance is the reason behind the denial,
Her refusal to take the easy path a necessity of trust,
Knowing she’ll never gain entrance to her utmost desires,
Walking the dirt road is a sensory must!
Her heart breaks, it cracks, it bleeds, as she stands her ground,
Even encased in her toughest armour; iron clad tight,
Bloodied and bruise, she rides in on her glory,
After the bloodiest of battles and weariest of fights.
