Self-submission

She seemed to be a brave woman for herself
Walking on the dark roads all alone
Searching for a roof that respects her identity
To survive that one night
To live through that one night
She is a woman of courage
Learning to walk on her own
With both her fragile little foot
As strong as a giant tree's root
With her pale blue hydrated oyster eyes
Bright and clear as the wide skies
With a vision greater than the horizons
She decided to pull her sleeves up and move forward
In search of the peaces within the rustling thunders to the eternity!