Fearful, frightened, terrified
she treads over the sea.
Holding a tiny bundle of cloth,
her steps so light.
Consciousness taking over her poor state,
Deprived of sleep, love
Every now and then she looks
at the cover in her hands..
With eyes so dark, so wide
followed by a relieved utterance.
Dark eyes staring right back at her,
and that beautiful moment shared between them
tells them everything is okay.
Enveloped in their tiny little world,
mother and daughter escape
from fate, the so-called destiny,
still on the hunt.
A continuous struggle, a fight
or is it, just another act?
For praised are those
on the war field, their bravery
their courage and steady minds..
Not fearful, not frightened,
And not terrified.
Unexpected and unprepared they go,
indifferent to the chaos.
With shackles now only on each other,
The shackles of love.