A strong woman.🌹

A strong woman.🌹

She is the anchor in the rising tide,
With quiet iron forged deep within,
A fortress where the weary souls can hide,
When storms begin to batter at the skin.

She does not need the thunder for her voice,
Nor jagged edges to prove she is whole;
Her strength is found in every steady choice,
The rhythmic beating of a determined soul.

She carries scars like maps of conquered lands,
The lines of grace upon a face of light,
The world is held within her steady hands—
A gentle fire that warms the edge of night.

She bends like willow to the heavy gale,
Yet snaps not under burdens meant to break,
For even when her human spirits fail,
She finds the courage only she can wake.

She is the earth, the root, the mountain peak,
The softest touch, the fiercest, steady flame;
You need not look for thunder when you seek—
The power lives within her whispered name.