Cristina

She told her to not give up,
as much as she wanted to wipe her hands clean,
take the weight off her shoulders;
she pushed through the pain.
Her legs shaking but not breaking.
It was her mothers voice in her head that kept her going,
She could visualize her mom jumping for joy,
proudly saying "thats my baby!"
It was a competition; her vs. the world.
As she pushes through the pain and her tears,
it wasn't until the last shove that she was able to breathe.
Cristina did it.
Walked away with her honor and her grace.