Her

Shards of dreams scatter like broken glass,

A life in fragments, weighed down by the past.

Beneath the surface, a beauty hides,

Painted smiles masking the weight she bears.

With every step, she wrestles with the night,

A warrior's heart, forged in the fire of strife.

The world may see a face, but she sees the fight,

A journey of trials, of trials and strife.

Yet, in the darkness, a light begins to shine,

A phoenix rising, her spirit unbroken and fine.

Through every storm, she finds a way to thrive,

A pillar of strength, a soul that survives.

The struggles are real, the battles are tough,

But still she rises, her spirit enough.

For in the silence, she finds her voice,

A whisper of hope, a heart that rejoices.

And when the dust settles, and the fight is done,

A mansion of triumph rises, where shadows once had won."