Nocturnal

She walks by night like it's her day. She has no choice, she needs to strive. She must toil hard in every way. She must strive to stay alive. Life is harsh and night is dark, but night gives her the better chance. The light of day gives her no spark; At night she blooms and glows at once. For, she was born in a cruel world where she must sweat for all she needs. At times, she grips on blade of sword even if she already bleeds. Everytime she peddles her body, drops of tears fall from her eyes; But she must bear it, for she has nobody. May the time come when she sees her sunrise. *A reality of life in many dark parts of the world. Give thanks if you are one of the lucky ones.* March 23, 2023 Writing Challenge- "N" Words - Poetry Contest (1st place) Sponsored By: Constance La France