Life can be cruel and filled with pain,
Life can be lovely or filled with disdain.
In her life, she faced moments of happiness,
She faced times of sadness and of stress.
She never forgot who she was in her life,
She was always the mistress of her destiny,
In her hands lay the key to life’s mystery.
The world told her she would never succeed,
Yet she continued trying deed after deed.
Her life was filled with people who were like weeds,
Negative forces are created out of dark seeds.
She remembered all her failures,
There were so many accumulated over the years.
There were times when she lay in the dust,
Like an old battered knight covered in rust.
She always rose up from the hurt and the pain,
To continue her fight again and again.
She never forgot who she was in this life,
She was here to fulfill her destiny,
She was the one who held the master key.
She never bowed or cowered before woman or man,
She was the mistress of her destiny,
With her own strategic master plan.
She never forgot the power that lay within her chest,
She faced every challenge and won every test.
She remembered her small victories,
Which encouraged her to go for greater ones.
She was a force so strong and formidable,
That she changed the course of her destiny,
To one that was filled with triumph and victory.
She never forgot that her life was her own,
She was no slave to man or woman.
She lived her life with fortitude and passion,
She broke out of her old life which was her prison.
She never forgot who she was in this life,
She was here to fulfill her great destiny,
She was the one who held the master key.