One road to safe anonymity
Other a stormy path, down under
Will she take the road less travelled,
blazing trails like the thunder?
Will she just exist, or choose to live
Will she just breathe, or breathe fire?
She was born to recreate destiny
All roadblocks drew her ire.
She walks alone, but straight
She is different, but sedate.
Who says a rebel spews venom?
See the warmth she radiates.
The halo cuts through the dark
She fights battles for a lark.
She needs a cause to ignite her mind
A worthwhile mission to embark.
Written for The Writing Reader – Visual Prompt #1953 – Decision Point