So Is All Peace

Marching alone through a stormy night, 

Counting all the countless battles she was about to fight 

Racing herself in her own race

Unfazed by the cold raindrops trickling down her face 

Howling winds of harsh skeptics from a faraway shore 

Hustled and pushed her to the distant light that shone

Rough and daunting that her path was, Tough and enduring that she was 

A woman of her own, for she always found peace in the chaos!