She
Faltering
Stumbling blindlly
At the edge;
One false step
And she will be down
In the precipice.
Who is she?
This stranger of night;
A mirage
An image
Or mind playing tricks.
For one moment, she is sure;
Then falters,
Afraid.
She moves again,
Arms outstretched
But steady hands.
Why does she need
A support?
She can fight her battles,
Alone
She is strong
She is a struggler
She is a winner
That woman is me
At the threshold of life.
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