Her screech is silent,
Yet her mind is potent.
She is soft yet powerful,
Spiritual yet practical.
She is strong and full of fire,
Her passion burned brighter than her fear.
She fell five times,
But stand again eight.
Her life shaken up and changed,
Still looking for all her shattered pieces,
putting them in a single lane
Pretending to be elated,
when her life is a sting, a silent pain.
She never looked shattered and torn,
She is the conqueror of all the battles she won.
