* Reflections of my Mind

there is a warrior in the mirror
looking back at me, smiling
her arms akimbo, always ready
her sword sheathed on her waist

there is a woman there standing
tall and fearless against the world
with the scars of many battles
on her lined but regal face

there is a veteran of war
with a crown of greying hair
on her head, a face of experience
scales of justice as her shield

It is I
with Grace
to fight and survive
another day.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*