Why do they fear the fire 
the flame that burns high, then higher 
breaking through the rubbish 
to clear a path for others 

Why do they fear this walk 
over broken glass 
when it was laid by strong hands 
to reflect healing past 

Why do they fear this woman 
head held high through burden 
She has created footsteps to follow 
despite hands grabbing and voice swallowed

Why do they fear what they could be 
as they hide in a place of misery 
timid to walk this path but not to sneer 
as she walks by head held high, without fear