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