She

She could not speak

Not for herself

Nor could she keep quiet

Not when every voice was stifled

Rebellion was not her nature

Nor was silent surrender

She was alone

But part of a herd

that grazed on borrowed land

Groomed to be beheaded.

It was easy to give in

But how could she give up

A battle that she did not began

A struggle forced on her

Defeat, she could accept

But surrender, how could she? 

Her head held high

She marched to the alter

Ready for beheading

With a resolve to fight

Suddenly, the hand holding the ax

Shook

The ax fell with a thud

She walked ahead

With sparks in her eyes

She had won the day…

But the battle is far from over

Every step is a combat

Every breath defiance

She will survive,

Till she breathes,

Defies and strives

To keep the fire

kindled within.