Fierce Resolve

In the ring, a warrior stands tall, Her eyes ablaze, her spirit unbroken still. With gloves that guard her hands, she faces all, A symbol of strength, in a world that's often unkind. The shadows dance upon her face, A testament to the battles she's faced. Yet, in her gaze, a fire burns so bright, A beacon of hope, in the dark of night. Her hair, a wild tangle, her expression bold, A portrait of courage, in a world that's cold. The Cuaker gloves, a badge of honor worn, A sign of her dedication, to a craft that's born. Of sweat and tears, of trials and of strife, A journey of self-discovery, a path to inner life. In this moment, she is free and strong, A warrior, a fighter, where she belongs.