She Walks, She Rises
She walks through storms, yet never sways,
Her strength is fire, her heart ablaze.
With every scar, she learns to heal,
A force of grace, a soul of steel.
She rises high, though weighed with chains,
Through silent fights and hidden pains.
Her dreams don’t wait for doors to bend,
She builds her path, she shapes the end.
A mother, a sister, a friend so true,
A warrior fierce, yet gentle too.
She weaves the world with love so deep,
A promise strong, a vow to keep.
So here’s to her—each voice, each name,
Not just today, but always the same.
For every woman, bold and free,
A light, a dream, eternity.
Happy Women's Day

