It started when she hung her head, unable to lift it again.
It was obvious that she was suffering some pretty unbearable pain.
The sad glaze that flickered, it was hid behind a mask.
Pain was working mysteries and putting it into task.
A smile that she wore, to those who glimpse believed.
But they didn’t dwell deeper into the utter helping need.
She shook her head at comfort, it will only hurt her more.
She wouldn’t be a burden, this she wouldn’t, she swore.
Trapped within the prison she soon sank to her knees.
Knowing she was desperate now, help she must seize.
But who would understand her, what pain does now?
Clutching herself in sorrow, pain through her continues to plough.
Soon weak with being beaten, left to die on the floor.
Death extended its hand and opened the hopeful door.
It seemed easy to just let go, accept deaths offered hand.
Weakly she reached out to it, so no more alone she would stand.
Something glinted just out of reach, somewhere near death.
A shimmer of white emerged and she drew in a sudden breath.
Maybe this is what she needed, light within her soul.
She struggled towards the glow, struggled for the goal.
Death screamed at her to leave it, it will never help.
It kicked her to the ground and she landed with a yelp.
But she looked towards the glow, the very beauteous white.
She struggles forward again, struggled with all her might.
When she reached it, she stretched forth her hand.
And plucked from the shadows where the white glow did stand.
She brought it to her and the white light grows.
She marvelled the beauty of that pure white rose.
She now carries it with her, her eternal strength new.
She walks amongst us like normal and out of the blue.
She is a fighter f death, she fought him and won.
And proved to all that hope shall never shun.