In the gentle curve of morning light,
A tapestry of strength unfolds,
Each line a story, a silent fight,
Within her depths, a world she holds.
Her skin, a canvas of whispered tales,
Bearing marks of life and time,
In every scar, resilience prevails,
A testament to the climb.
A dance of grace in every stride,
The rhythm of life in her veins,
In her heart, vast oceans abide,
Enduring storms, embracing rains.
Her spirit, an unyielding flame,
A beacon in the darkest night,
In the tapestry of life, she claims,
Her rightful place, a shining light.