A Soul's War

She takes a moment to look at her life Strife after strife Day and night And after all these trials The sinews and might of her soul are strong, strong indeed And she can laugh at whatever comes her way for she has been through it all and nothing astounds her, confounds her, hounds her Perplexed or ponderous her heart will never be She doesn't need to plea, for strength is free but she had to dive deep into the waters of sorrow and hopelessness to find it, her precious reservoir... And now looking at each strife, the pain of recalling disappears from her eyes, replaced with the victory, valor, and revelry of the soul.