She stood alone along the wired wall
Defiantly defeating her fear and doubts.
Her journeys global, the worldly watcher,
Armed with her beliefs. True but isolating.
She fought with the strength of mountains eternal.
Heart beaten and battered but never broken.
The well of this gypsy’s soul is deep.
Fed by springs of kindness. Caring. Concern.
She fought for those that cannot speak
To free their pain. She took it as her own.
She’ll never know the range of relief.
The lives she touched through deed.
Her words cascaded and ripped away the veil
For any and all brightened by the briefest of her contact.
Nevermore I see the world again through the ignorant eyes.