Little did she know

What fate would hand her next

And how far it would go

To earn her respect

~

It started with just one

Boney finger to her back

Stabbed by fate’s sharp digit

She was under attack

~

Next came an icy grip

Clenched around her neck

Tighter and tighter still

She gasped and gasped for breath

~

Fate followed up

With the cruelest act of all

A closed-fist punch to the face

Making her stumble and fall

~

Yet somehow, she stood

Stronger than she was before

A sly smile on her face

And steely eyes to not ignore

~

Still, fate raced ahead

Ready for more

But was stopped with a smack

From a heavy closing door

~

There is a choice

When next, fate decides to knock

Lay down a welcome mat

Or set the deadbolt and lock