You may deem her delicate… sweet.

Humble from her head to her feet.

Bravely treading the boards of life.

Her ego at war with her own knife.


Sacrifice comes easy for her.

It’s necessary – you will concur.

Sometimes the cut will render some dead.

Sometimes it frees her soul instead.


Warrior soul with the slightest of stature.

Delicate to shatter, easy to fracture.

The outside belies her secret strength.

The will to live…by any length.



© The Secret Poetess, December 2016