She Walks

Girdle around her waist,

one step at a time;

She walks..

Oh yes, she does!

She walks..
She walks in beauty,
as Lord Byron would put it,
walks on duty.
to herself and for herself..
She walks..
Gracefully, as the breeze of the ocean,
with tasteful elegance befit for a Queen.
She walks..
Smiling, eyes lit-up, radiating warmth,
a bounce in her step, a swing in her arms.
She walks..
The universe in her mind, world in her eyes,
strength in her being and love in her heart.
She walks..
Confidence in her gait, ambition on her lips,
destination her mission, a sway to her hips.
She walks..
Making mistakes and learning from them,
creating her scope and flourishing in it. 

She walks..
Her soul and body in shape,
her priorities, straight as an arrow.
She walks..
Undistracted by her troubles,
barely bothered by her heartbreaks.
She walks..
Head up high, sure-footed, unwavering,
her shy, her elation; her why, her motivation.
She walks..
Today, like yesterday was game,
tomorrow, like today was practice.
She walks..
With a clear conscience,
and conscious about her options.
She walks..
With clear opinions on most things
but has tamed her tongue, when to air them.
She walks..
With the value of friendship in her,
yet not letting anyone take advantage of her.
She walks..
To the tune of her melodious voice,
and to the rhythm of her beating heart.
She walks..
As the sun kisses her face,
and the moon worships her steps.
She walks..
In enlightenment and enjoyment,
taking pleasure in her own doings..
Thus she walks,
with a free spirit,
and most importantly,
an independent state of mind.

She walks.


Part 2: Walk Series
Part 1:  He walks