Pen in Motion

And there she is – 

determination 

personified, 

hair blowing like it has life, 

fierce and wild, 

not caring about the tempest 

threatening to carry her 

to Never Neverland, 

or wherever wind wants to go.

But she won’t budge. 

No way. No how. 

She’s like a rock, 

unmoving and unyielding – 

it’s in every fiber 

of her being, 

seeping into the world, 

deep in the soil – 

stretching out like roots 

from the mighty Sequoias. 

So tall. 

So strong. 

So beautiful. 

So her. 

So me.