The Two Sides

Dragging along a path of dirt and dust
Vision clear in eyes of where she headed.
She knew unshakeable was her resolve and yet prayed for a stopping force now.
"Let there be winds to push me off my path."
"Pray there be rains to wash these vile thoughts. "
She knew her yelping would bear no fruit.
For the one who could stop her never could
This one she faced matched every strength
Sadness awaited if she let the rival triumph.
Destiny wouldn't change even with a victory her own
A mocking smile rose in her face. What but could she with an enemy her own