warrior woman

In shadows cast by cruel hands, she stands, A symphony of silence, unheard demands. Bruised petals in a garden of despair, She weaves resilience through strands of air. Whispers of pain echo through the night, A captive spirit yearning for the light. Yet in her eyes, a fire unextinguished, A spirit resilient, unyielding, undistinguished. In every tear, a story unfolds, A tapestry of torment, yet courage molds. She's not defined by the hands that harm, But by the strength that's found in every disarm. Break the chains, let freedom chime, A melody composed in the heart's own rhyme. For in her healing, a phoenix will rise, A testament to love that never dies.