She Had Made it

The weight, the silence, the slow-burning fear— the long battle, measured in years. 

Her spirit was weathered, her dreams held like a worn coin in her palm.

But she knew she would fight, bringing every ounce of her truth to the light. 

It took a lifetime to reach the verdict she sought, old and frail, yet armored in resolve.

Tears rolled down her cheek— they had refused to flow, lest they made her weak. 

But today, her strength had won.

Justice, though late, was finally done.

 She stood not in sorrow, but in might; a voice no longer silenced— 

she had made it right.