Shaking a fist at what wishes her harm
Calmly facing her fears of troubled alarm,
She fishes, heart deep, when a drama,
Which threatens to flood her with tears,
Appears, - - and she nets her spirited soul.
Choosing to arise erect when thrown down.
Determined at starting all over again,
She brushes away any secret pain
Of humiliation, not laying the blame
At anyone's door, - - the spirit she shows
Frees her selfless soul's action, reflecting
A generous heart. Life will not easily
Snatch her cheerful Joan-of-Arc, resolute
Ardour for tackling trouble at root.
By lighthearted humour. then astutely
She learns how to laugh with, not at, herself.
The way to beauty is clearly not helped
By ignoring the need for spiritual wealth.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spirited-soul/
