Her strength. The power that she possesses, it’s within her.
Her impatience. Having to prove her strength day after day. Her quiet strength that sometimes isn’t so visible. She has it though. One day she will roar. She is winning.
Her knowledge. Of those before her, of those souls of strength inside. She is she. They are her. They are powerful. The wisdom she has from one warrior to another, seeps through her soul. She uses it daily, maybe without knowing. She knows things. She is the knowledge of those before her and those after. She is she and they are her.
Her solitude. She must be on her own. She must learn things, gain things from experiences. She’s grows wisdom and strength from her own life.
She is she. Her strength is her power.