~ A poem by Donna Ashworth
Unstoppable they called her
but I saw her stop
I saw her stop
many, many times.
Sometimes
I thought she had stopped
for good
but no
she always found a way
to resurrect.
To rise again
Not the same
never the same
Each time a little more determined
and a little less vulnerable
Unstoppable they said
but I think
it was in the stopping
that she found
her power.