Struck by lightning; bitten by snow,
She fell on the ground to walk again.
Left alone by her soul
She wiped off her tears to race again.
As the North wind hit her hard,
She kissed it back with a promise to win.
She spoke her pains with the passing breeze,
And vented her fears to the tall trees.
All alone, yet not
She took the rough journey
And alone she fought.
She is no super-being
She has no magic wing
She is a woman
She is that “invincible me”