She Rises Still"
She walks alone where silence grew,
Through nights that none but shadows knew.
With storms inside and lips sealed tight,
She learned to be her own warm light.
No maps were drawn, no stars were near,
But still she moved beyond the fear.
Each wound a verse, each scar a line,
She wrote her strength, word after sign.
She isn’t made of flawless grace,
But fire that won’t forget its place.
The world may bend, the skies may spill—
But through it all,
she rises still.
