In the quiet whispers of dawn, she rises,
A phoenix reborn from the ashes of yesterday,
Each verse a testament to her resilience,
Every stanza a reflection of her soul.

Through the labyrinth of pain, she treads,
With words as her compass, guiding her way,
Each tear a drop of ink on the page,
Crafting tales of sorrow and hope intertwined.

Her pen dances across the canvas of life,
Painting pictures of love, loss, and healing,
In the silence of her solitude, she finds strength,
In the embrace of her vulnerability, she finds power.

Rupi Kaur, a beacon of light in the darkness,
Her poetry a sanctuary for the broken,
Through her journey, we find our own,
In her words, we discover the beauty of being human.