Amidst the storms of life she stands,
A resilient rose, with grace in her hands.
Her petals, once delicate, now weathered and strong,
A testament to trials she's bravely outgrown.
In the depths of solitude, she blossoms anew,
Her fragrance, a whisper, enchanting and true.
Though thorns may surround her, her spirit won't bend,
A survivor, a warrior, her heart she'll defend.
Her beauty, not defined by external acclaim,
Radiates from within, a beacon aflame.
Her spirit, unyielding, her soul ever bright,
Illuminating the darkness with her inner light.
Through trials and tribulations, she's learned to endure,
Her resilience, a fortress, forever secure.
A woman of strength, a beacon of hope,
A resilient rose, her spirit will cope.
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Ivan Islam
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Comments (2)
Such a powerful poem! I loved it!
Love this. Go, girl.