She

She started only with the dress on her frame
with nobody to help, no friend was same. 
She ended up with no money in bank, 
was it her misfortune she would thank?

Now she had only one choice, that was to move forward, 
hard work was the only way to get a reward. 
Now she didn’t have to believe anyone, 
except for herself to be the one.

Lifting bricks in the scorching sunlight ,
and sweeping roads in the serene moonlight, 
Lifting her spirit, she beared every pain, 
she had left all the skeptics to bane.

After saving some money, she started to cook, 
her hands had magic and magical was the recipe book. 
After opening up a stall, she started to sell food, 
no person had ever tasted food that good.

Soon the stall became a restaurant, and then a hotel, 
she had become an example, for others to tell. 
Soon she was on top, it was success she stacked, 
she exhibited that there was nothing she lacked. 

It’s doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you do something good, 
hard work and determination will result in ‘I can’ rather than ‘I could’. 
If after losing everything a person can gain more, 
Do you really have what it takes to be true to your own core?