She wears the cloak of strength and solidity
And carries a shield against self-pity
Her eyes tell tales of battles long gone
But scars have made her heart their home
Bruised but not broken she walks her own path
And beneath debris in the aftermath
Lies her integrity and in all honesty,
She's not the person they think her to be
She is simply a soul in a shell made of stone
But stones can crack-as is well known
And crack she has - her outward warrior goddess
Underneath it all she's shy and modest
Because of the fights that came before
And this is just another war
She'll push back down the little girl inside
Who wants to scream and run and hide
She'll face this conflict with cloak and shield
And her inner weakness won't be revealed