Bent But Not Broken

The ground shakes with every step she takes
The tears streaming down her face
No longer serve as chains
Binding her to the discouragement of
But rather rivers of promise
Seas of determination
Oceans of destiny
Her hands decorated with small callouses
Represent her will to fight
Still raise high
In praise to the God she knows has never forsaken her

Never mistaken her for being less than
But rather more than a conqueror
Conquering every condescending spirit
Conjured in corroded cauldrons
The cadence of her faith steadies
Twisted spine aligns
Balance restored
Restoration is sunshine she walks on
She walks on
Stretching as long as limbs will go
With no long term damage
Ms. Fantastic
Bent but never broken