SHE Samurai 

Standing out in the freezing snow,
Laden with heavy overcoat,
Holding a single red rose…
Tears of strength pouring down her face
Tears of achievement,
Tears of happiness 

A katana is only as powerful as the
Samurai who uses it makes it
Soon it will be spring,
The cherry blossoms will be all over
Soon all the children will be
Running out of doors
Laughing and playing 

The wind playing with her long, black hair
The snow falling fresh on her eye-lashes
She has completed her task
She went through it all…
The pain, the suffering
Cold, despair, death
But she was here now 

The katana laid to rest
Peacefully in it’s sheath,
Her skills no longer needed,
Her heart at peace with the world
Like a ghost she disappears,
The red rose left lying on the soft, white snow 

The wind plays an eerie tune through the trees,
All that passion, hate, suffering and love
Laid to rest somewhere, forgotten forever… 

All the strength and courage left its mark,
Somewhere in old Japan…

Poem written by Tatiana Lasevicius Copyright © Please do not copy without prior written consent from the author