Bad Luck?

In shadows cast by fate's cruel hand,

There dwells a girl, by misfortune damned.

Her path, beset by darkened skies,

With every step, ill luck applies.

A black cat's gaze, a broken mirror,

Unyielding storms, her spirit quiver.

From shattered dreams to missed chance,

She weaves a tale of circumstance.

Four-leaf clovers, they evade her grasp,

As thorns puncture her hopeful clasp.

Stars align against her, it seems,

As if cursed by relentless streams.

Yet 'midst the trials that her life unfold,

Resilience blooms, a story untold.

For in her heart, a fire still burns,

Her spirit, fierce, forever yearns.

With each setback, she learns to rise,

Defying odds, with newfound guise.

Her spirit, unyielding, fierce and brave,

Her bad luck, a challenge to engrave.

Through trials endured, she finds her might,

Emerging stronger from the darkest night.

And though her luck may never change,

Her spirit dances, forever untamed.

For in her eyes, a spark does gleam,

A testament to hope's resilient theme.

And as she walks, a survivor's stride,

Her bad luck fades, to let her shine.