"More than pretty"

She’s walked through trials few have ever seen, With gentle steps and eyes that softly shine. Though hearts betrayed, and days have harshly been, She never let the world steal what’s divine. She’s kind—so kind—that even in her ache, She offers warmth to those who brought her cold. And pretty? More than what the mirrors take— She glows with grace, with courage, quiet, bold. The ones who fought and left were never true, But she remains, a rare and steady light. She blooms in pain, turns grayest skies to blue, And makes the darkest moments somehow bright. She’s not just strong—she’s art, she’s soul, she’s rare, A heart that heals, even when none plays fair.