Phoenix

In shadows cast upon her heart, a tale untold,

A woman's trauma, whispers in the soul unfold.

Through veils of pain, her spirit roams,

In realms of memory, she's never truly alone.

Once adorned with dreams of skies so bright,

Her world was filled with hope's radiant light.

But unseen storms descended from above,

And tore her innocence with relentless love.

Within the depths of sorrow's darkest hour,

Her heart became a battlefield of shattered power.

A tempest raged, relentless, wild,

Yet through it all, she clung to her inner child.

In whispered echoes of a haunting past,

She walked through embers, the firecast.

Each scar a testament to her resilience,

As she wove a tapestry of quiet brilliance.

Yet, through the years, a strength emerged,

A phoenix rising, scars now badges earned.

Her voice, once silenced, now roars with might,

A beacon guiding others through their night.

Through shared compassion, she finds her voice,

A balm to heal the wounds of those with no choice.

In her embrace, a sanctuary lies,

Where hearts can mend, and broken spirits rise.

She stands tall, a symbol of survival,

Her trauma's weight transformed to a revival.

For every woman who's faced the storm,

Her courage whispers, "You are not alone."

Though scars may linger, they do not define,

The woman she has grown to be, divine.

And as she faces each new day with grace,

Her trauma's grip loosens, in its rightful place.

So let us honor her journey, fierce and true,

With empathy and love in all we do.

For she's a phoenix, soaring through the night,

A beacon of hope, reclaiming her light.