Brilliant. Life flies by as she walks with resilience. She's persistent, her mission is critical in the realm of the spiritual, she's something like a miracle, But she's a burden bearer, and her limit isn't infinite. She's placed her heart on a crucifix, taking the blame for others misfits for years... she's had enough.
She weighs her pros and cons, contemplating actions, Her soul's an equation, this life is just a fraction, In life she's a boss, yet in death she's a god, But now she'***** her wall... she's falling apart...
She wonders, can she go on, for the people? Or can she be selfish for once To be continued
I wrote this poem long ago, but never really knew where to go with it. However, with my grandmother's passing in late November of '13, this took an entire new level of significance. Part Two coming soon. Thank you. R.i.P Grandma.