Through shadows cast by whispered night,
She penned her pain in ink so bright,
From heart to page, her soul took flight,
In every verse, she found the light.

A canvas wide, her life she drew,
With every word, the colors grew,
Her struggles bold, her triumphs too,
In poetry, her strength she knew.

Amidst the thorns, she found her bloom,
Her words dispelled the darkest gloom,
A beacon in the quiet room,
Her legacy, a fragrant plume.

Through trials faced and victories won,
Her journey told, her battle done,
In every stanza, she’s begun,
A timeless tale beneath the sun.