Warrior

Every morning,- she awakens to the morning light, seeping in through her window blinds

She slowly rises,- moving as though she's in pain

Her moans and groans,- echoed

Placing her feet,- upon rough wooden floors

She stood,- her arms reaching for the hands of God

- she aches, as she stretched

Tired is she,- for her day has just begun

-yet she's sleeping in her yesterday's

Exhausted, by the new

Her footsteps weighed heavy

-The floors creak, with each step

Leading her to a door,- she swore she'd never go through__ anymore.

Pushing against,- dust falls around her

Darkness,- peeping back to her,- through the crack___ it's as if, being greeted as a guest

Invited in,- stillness and darkness

As the friend,- she reaches into_ the darkroom, feeling a string dangling,

- she pulls___light so bright

Blinded her sight,- she squints to see

Revealed___

In front of she,- was a mirror

As- it gleamed

She muttered," Is that me?"

A reflection,- of self she had once refused to see___ There stood,

A beautiful woman dressed,- in warrior attire

Strength shown,- even though tired

Battle scars, bruises

Yet such a beauty

Her reflection spoke__

"Is that you___, of course, that's me."