Who she is.

All day long, she works.
And waits.
She loves, of course.
At times, she hates.
She does remember 
Those good old days
And plans her future 
In many ways.
She thinks, she writes.
She runs, she paints.
She bears, she fights,
She's calm like saints.
Survive the world-
She can, she must.
She leaves her doubters
Biting dust.
She also frets,
Worries surround her
Yet there's this august air around her
A bundle of contradictions,
She is.
Strong, without restrictions
She lives.

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