Burn Poem by bright benson

It was there in her eyes, it was in her smile
Her pretense as she reached for her file
Life could get better, each rise of the sun
Trouble is, how long will her fire burn

Tears down her face as she drove away
She wouldn't fit in, the job interview ended that way
She tried to calm, drove absent-minded
With every turn she was reminded

Reminded of the pain of growing up
The stigma, the potentials that forced her to the top
How she turned being handicap to a miracle
The tears involved, fitting into societal circle

She placed her hand on her weak foot
Yes she gallops, at least it fits into a boot
'Lord will you save me please
With all my degrees, I'm brought to my knees'

She dried her eyes, parked at her usual spot
To give alms, things of worth
To women and children, the men all glad to see her
Enjoyed the moment, left them after saying a prayer

The next interview could have been better
If she had stuck around, received her employment letter
The crash meant a road of no return
I pray wherever she ends, her fire will burn