momentum

"I'm going somewhere," she says,
voice strong, definitive.
"Of this one thing I'm certain:
my path is for the best."
Momentum keeps her going
lifting her to flight.
Behind her, the cold morning,
ahead her, arms of night.
Her voice so clear, it echoes
across unmapped terrain.
This path before once frozen,
now clean and left unstained.
All failures have been learned from
though the future's left unknown.
Tomorrow she'll be fighting,
quickly abandoning her foes.
Each day is full of meaning
of some knowledge new to gain.
Her mind stretches its borders;
she dances through the rain.
Shouting her excitement,
she jumps up, spreads her arms.
Though once her heart was rotting,
now conviction is the storm.