The Prize

This is an image of a woman who stood strong especially during certain circumstances, which didn't really point north on the moral compass. But, she still stood there... She had made a choice. She accepted it. Hence, she could survive.

This poem is called "The Prize"

Day and night she stood by my side
She bore my sins and still gazed with pride
Well there was nothing to hide
She knew, her mind was clear
And her love was true
The path she chose was rough,
But she knew, how to sail through
And so, 
There was no need for a disguise
Or compromise
She knew what she was in,
As her eyes were set on the prize.