There was once a woman, who lived her life in struggle
She struggled with everything
Growing up, youth, spouse, children, money, peace
Everything was hard on her and hard for her
Yet, strong, she inspires
She holds others above herself
Her pain hidden, she held her hands above others wounds
Covering up as much as she could
Even if she couldn’t heal them
She tried to ease thier pain as much as she could
Sarcrifising her pain

Rejected and dejected
She chose to be strong for the fruit in her womb
Despite not knowing if it will be sweet or sour
With the brightest smile ever, she proceed with care
With Pains and struggles, she push the boulder up the hill
Back folded, knees carved, hands trembled, feet hurts
Once again she let herself go, but firmly
She didn’t want to go wrong once again
But it was already wrong, from the first moment
The spark that never should have

Two more seeds she planted
Two flowers bloomed, one wilted away, devastatingly
Loss and grief, threatened to drown the giant in her
By sheer faith and wilfulness
She broke through the tremour
Broken, scarred, lonely and alone
The remaining flower and the first fruit she carry
Fertile soil, healthy water and great care
She planted both on a solid ground
Two drops of water, one sprinkle of soil
She watched them grow

Armours, shield and sword
She coated herself with weapons strong enough to defeat all
Pain hidden behind her smile
She held her...