By: Pamela Loperena
With the strength of every new heartbeat
tugging her dreams forward,
she blazes through life’s obstacles,
that many believed were impossible—
faster than any peregrine falcon can fly.
As a chariot rising above the clouds,
come hell or high water,
she’s not the type to sit back or relax,
when the world is ready to collapse,
and doomsday draws dusk nearer.
Wearing her scars, like armor, right into battle,
she’s prepared to fight the darkest of demons,
even if their demeaning words injure her feelings;
her soul’s too determined to rupture the glass ceiling,
leaving nothing but dust and glory trembling behind.