The path is not clear
But her vision is
But they want to blur her sight and weaken her fragile soul
Spraying hindrances on the road is their goal
And her's is to keep moving despite the hindrances
Despite her body dying
For her soul isn't ready to go
Love or hate her
She doesn't care
She only pleads for you not to distraught her journey
For she is someone's daughter
And her mother bled the day she was born
She brought tears to her mother's eyes
For she is a blessing to her
And she is ready to fight off every oppressor
To get what she wants
For she long to see her mother share a tear
A tear for joy
Thanks for reading. I remain @prechyrukky and this is my entry to the @inkwell poetry challenge. You can join here.