A Spirited Soul.

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.