A nuance of joy had the day gone by
and so she suffocated her daily cries.
But a joy in a day can be a mask only
it became her daily verb the word ‘lonely’.
A poet struggles while those keen on prose
to the dept of emotions are not even close.
Her search never ends it becomes only art
since she doesn’t have of the word ‘we’ all parts.
She keeps fighting watching her back
she becomes stronger, for help she doesn’t lack.
A warrior lives as other have only imagined
a warrior lives to become a legend.