Trailblazer

There were ways she might have walked.
Well-known, well-travelled, familiar and on the map
Into areas of comfort most would have chosen.
But no broad street or narrow lane for her,
Not even the hint of the track
Forged by creatures whose instincts make their path. 
 
But love for others drove her on, so she went -
Bundu-bashing her way into the unknown:
Misunderstood, scorned, almost crucified, 
Yet some enviously wishing it was them,
Others giving her celebrity status,
Until she stepped off the pedestal back to the ordinary.
 
She got there - she’d made it, 
And others now follow her way. 
 
August 2024
 
Thinking of someone else after reading William Wordsworth’s She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways