Dancing with Death

Her face is young, but her eyes are weathered,

Tethered to duty, beauty, and the call for what’s right.

Life’s a journey, but sometimes it’s a fight,

Sometimes it’s a hurricane and we’re a kite

Dancing in its breath, bracing for death,

Fighting for all that is left.

But she knows who she is

And so no one else can tell her,

We’ll get to the top, one step at a time,

Even if we have to do it together.