Through Storms, Shadows and Scars

She walks through storms and shadows, once unsure,

A heart that then trembled, now steady and pure.

In the depth of her self, learning to see,

That the freedom she seeks is always the key.

Her hands, once reaching for something afar,

Now cradle the fire as her own guiding star.

In the mirror’s reflection, a softness, a might—

A woman reborn, with her own radiant light.

No longer swayed by the world’s fleeting tide,

Her strength like a mountain, unshaken inside.

In the depth of her being, uncovering the gold,

A blessing so sacred, so precious, so bold.

With grace, she stands where often she fell,

Each scar a story, each bruise a bell—

Whispering deep wisdom, with courage untold,

Her light shining, with spirit full and whole.

A light like the sun and the moon of the night

A testament to her long silent fight

Blessed she is, through it all she finds—

Her unshakable strength, a treasured peace of mind.