Bend, Don't Break

She walks through storms—not afRaid, but awake, With calm in hEr bones though the skies may break. Time doesn’t heal—it only weatherS the ache, Yet she plants her feet In the burn and the quake. When dreams collapse, she quietLy repairs The fragments of joy and Innocent prayers. HEr grin may be torn, but it still holds grit— A threadbare map with No hint to quit. She bends with the wind; her roots danCe and shake, But she nevEr snaps—she rises for her sake.