Sadness In Her Eyes

She is a warrior more fierce than you can comprehend With every day she prepares for the wars waged as the battle drums ascend Her Armour thickened by the double edged sword of the enemy Her eyes a blaze, focused on nothing but her will to conquer eternally Her face adorned by the veneers she carries, each unique for the battle at her feet Peer a shard closer, touch a part within, share her anguish of the blood shed street She is a fighter always she shall rise No matter the gravity of the sadness in her eyes The warrior of life, Always ready, always alert Seemingly unguarded as her pure blood merges with dirt Each blow taking more from her bruised frame Strength and sadness hand in hand, Love the only savior of her Name She is a woman, one in every girl, dormant, unknowing in training for her first conquer A warrior in the making each piece of her armor becoming stronger Every woman part of their own elite of the broken and masters of trade Warriors of life, Warriors of Love. True to her purpose Self Made.