A Fight For Life - Part 1

Way too slow,
Sometimes, too fast, too low,
She sways her hair across the face,
A glance, a daze,

Blind eyes meant for deception,
Working efficiently and unquestioned,
Unparalled reception,
Deficit in life, unmentioned,

Simply drags the rope called life,
Rags herself to strife,
Carries the burden of her world,
On her fragile shoulders, unfurled,

Destiny smiles, but is wicked,
Sarcasm is her daily bread,
Hears all the laughter in her head,
Like tolling bells, throbbing till she's dead,

A child of two, now tags on,
All her life she has been a pawn,
Her hand over her head, she has withdrawn,
And by dawn, her child and she will be gone,

All the male, in her life came like a gale,
She couldn't resist, and brought the hammer to the nail,
Now, all dead, and free, she has set sail,
Clinging to her dear child, an ail,

Someday, life on her and child will smile,
Hope, an instinct, vile,
Victory, she can see, will be hers, not revile,
And for that, with quick steps, she has to walk that mile.