I see the grit forming within her
Rubbing against it
Brushing it off
Struggling, stumbling, strengthening 
Her resolve
She’ll solve this I tell myself
Holding my hand back
Holding my tears back
She’s got this!
A smile begins to form
Then a giggle sneaks out
She throws back her hair & lets out a sigh
Takes a deep breath 
Back at it, back in it
She becomes one with it & grinds
Not letting it beat her
She embraces it
Did not quit 
Surpassing it and find out out 
What she’s made of because of it