It was not a story, her life.

It was full of pain and strife.

There was no happy ending to the tale.

She was living, LIVING

Hoping that today- she wouldn’t fail.

Her heart thumped as she dove headfirst into trouble.

Willing to do anything to save her friends; on the double

Her life was as dark as night,

And yet; she came running, running.

Running, as if she could escape her internal plight.

She tells herself, “It’s in their best interest. I’m doing the best I can.”

But her world is a poorly built dome.

That collapses with a single blow.

Boom! Boom!

It falls, the screech of failure, crashing to the ground; nowhere to go.

Oh, if only they knew, the battles that she fought.

Every day, a war raging in her thoughts.

She loves her friends, with a fiery passion,

She’ll keep them safe, forevermore.

No matter what she must do, she’ll protect them with all her actions.  

Her name will not be remembered for the centuries.

Perhaps a gravestone of hers will stand, withering away

A memory of her and her worthy deeds.

For she is a woman. A woman.

And she will always be.