#LifeChangingContest
She peeked through blinds that were tightly drawn,
Morning misted with a breaking dawn,
She drifted silently over the field of battle,
With polished armour, shining bright.

What shall it be, victory or defeat
Life or her last labored breath.
She shuns the brilliance of another day,
Enslaved and entombed, and stay hidden away.

Anxiety chokes like a...