FIGHTER

Mama told her "My child, you will soar,
So said her friends and her tutors too.
But her sight was not clear as they saw,
As she never saw herself as good.

Daily, she gave all she thought she had,
But her efforts only produced small.
For she did not give life all that she had,
But what she truly thought was her all.

She was a subject, an example to some,
Of what they could achieve if they tried.
But none saw the battles, none could come,
None could calm the storm raging inside.

She was sick and tired of it all,
The 'near misses' and the 'barely there's.
For a change, she gave it her all,
And a smile came for all the tears.

Her hope was reborn finally,
For a change, she saw possibility.
That her dreams could come through surely,
To the end without fatality.

Her doubts had nothing on her faith,
Like a lioness, her dreams she'll protect.
Though the serpent will hiss it's doubt as bait,
She's a fighter, her dreams she'll protect.


- The Lady



        “Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels.”
                                                                  Jeremiah‬ ‭18:3‬ ‭