The Battler

Standing amidst the pain,

Hoping for no gain.

Suffering through her agony,

Such is her personality.

She lays quiet,

Pretending to be all right.

Raising up her kids,

Plunging to be in a grid.

Combating all her worries,

Tormenting all her miseries.

Fighting like a warrior,

Pertinent to be superior.

Alone she sustains,

With no points of complaints.

Hailing with an aura,

In her blissful realm of flora.

Confined within the four walls,

As if grappling with her daily brawls.

Slowly and steadily with her daily attempts,

The battler receives nothing,

But a collection of contempts.