She’s a battle-scarred warrior, but you’ll never see her cry.
Her tears she’ll shed alone, until the day she dies.
She fiercely defends those she loves with loyalty through pain.
If you threaten her kin, she’ll fight back with passion unrestrained.

She knows no such thing as weakness and banishes it from her mind.
Others see weakness as failure and prey upon the feeble kind.
She must be strong for others, or they will fall victim to her enemies.
Never confiding in another person, no matter how close they be.

She knows this isn’t fair, but the wolves all wait for any sign,
Of weakness or vulnerability, any exploit they can find.
She won’t break if she has her way, but she may die upon this hill.
Each day is a battle determined by her will.

Her will to keep on fighting the demons that plague her.
No one knows her battles. No one’s there for sure.
Some people want to be by her side, but they are a liability.
You never know when they may turn and destroy all those loved by she.

So she cuts them out one at a time, and doesn’t let them know her plans.
She can’t be thwarted if the enemy never knows what’s in her hands.
She’ll deal her blows carefully and make them count always.
Never again will she show weakness, from this fight she won’t sway.

(c) 2025 Stephanie Blomquist