Confused, beaten, she continued to walk
Trying to harden with every onward step
To turn herself stronger, to rise higher
She longed from the depths of her heart.
Filthy tongues that slay her, spat malice
Unclean themselves, fingers pulled her down
She longed to wake, but succumbed
For she thought she was weak.
She lay crumpled on the mud
Icy cold night biting through her nerves
Freezing her all as it stung deeply
She cried out that, she was alone.
Night stretched endlessly, sapping her life
Hopeless that she would ever see dawn
Warmth, sudden as a lightening bold, coursed through her,
Piling away all her pining to the trash
Emboldended by the intoxicating power, she rose
Her courage as her lethal sword
On she marched, an invincible aura around her
Now, again ready to welcome another cold night.
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