blindspot

an arrow shot through the darkness,

lit at the tip, making way of light in its path,

as it flies and crosses distance, 

leaving behind a fading glow of wrath. 

the destination unknown to man,

all those but her who strung and shot it,

aimed at that which must burn like hellfire

a destination that only a woman could sire. 

the hands that carved the arrow, thin and neat,

dipped the metal tip in tar and heat, 

she did not know that in this feat, her name

would carry the radiance of heavenly fame. 

in her quest to light up the world, 

she believed in it all, no matter how big or small,

yet life did its best to keep its fist curled

and hit every inch of her, as it swirled. 

through the fight of her life and all the pain,

she dared not to wallow in any blessing, 

instead she took it all as a grain, 

as a seed to the future, that could be free of pain.

in the journey walked by this soul,

there was not a single unmet vicious ghoul, 

they were all faced - and conquered,

set to rest in darkness, where the arrow never quivered.