Where your feet lead you be safe on your way.
Any day in her life was much like another
in the course of strife, in the face of bother,
in the eye of a storm sent to curse and flay
her mind in acts of its melodramatic play.
A car of infinite jest mocked her fine art
of lighting a wick of motivation at its heart
causing her to step from warm sheltering trim
to the pavement, to the street under clouds dim
with leaden weight and dire straight falling rain
soaking through her underwear in need of plain
wringing from stronger digits than hers, and
frigid was her flesh in want of a warming hand.
She pressed on, homeward to end yet another day.