A Mission

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



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