Day 12 #OctPoWriMo – a day late, but boy did I feel this one! Strong! My own form.
Some say she struggled too much,
Others say she was too weak.
All too often she felt herself buckling
Under weights that would crush most women.
The day came when she wondered herself,
In all she felt, was she out of touch?
No, she recognized what needed trimming,
The dross that needed burning away.
It was that day, she threw her head back,
It was that day, she laughed at the fates.
It was that day, she smiled and winked.
It was that day, she simply soared high.
~ CWylde © 2016