Introspect of an independence

Beneath her feet the ground Crumbles, disintegrates  As each step leaves behind Peaces of heart, soul, memory Falling away  as the feel of lead lessons And the stride strengthens In resolution That break in the bridge becomes A gaping sinkhole in the earth A gauge out of the sinew of a relationship Up from the grave she arose From her toes she arose Shackles on her feet Chains on her wrists Her strength giving birth To her ire  She turns She smiles Gone are the chains  The shackles  With a flick of the wrist The weak fall  And she smiles to herself Knowing full well the power, The strength she birthed came  From no seed no influence  Nor help from no else In essence giving birth to herself