Fate

Little woman-child.
A warrior outside.
A scared child within.

A flower in my fingers.
A sword in my hand.

Facing the battle,
My uncertain fate.

Do I march on,
Or do I remain?

Do I grow,
Or do I shrink?

I have to do this.
The child must die.
I must be a woman,
But I can't move.

I take each step,
One by one,
To my fate,
Eternity.