The She-Warrior

Her past a shadow
Her present a day at a time
Her future a mystery
Her passion a child’s shining countenance

If the stars are scars
Of the universe
Her countenance
Brightly shines

Her mundane appearance
Just a glimpse of her pulchritude
In the scars the real beauty lies
Beauty that fadeth not

Her second lap in the decade
No thorns in her façade
No regrets in her backyard
Only scars a warrior she is