Warrior Spirit

Somewhere out on a hot blacktop... You can hear the roaring of the tail pipes in the distance; As a woman becomes one with her bike, gripping knuckles steer the handle further down the line. Unburdened by demons that lurk within, however constantly chasing down  a fleeting dream.  Moving her closer to something, bringing her a solitude of a  spiritual contentment. a journey... The journey that continues on......