Rise, Woman, Rise
She carries galaxies in her quiet breath,
and sunrise in the small curve of her smile.
The world may try to measure her in shadows,
but she was born of light—
ancient, steadfast, and wild.
She walks through storms with open hands,
collecting every drop of strength they bring.
Her footsteps soften mountains into pathways,
and her voice—
a trembling spark at first—
grows into a fearless wing.
Let no one tell her she is less than wonder.
Let no doubt dim the fire in her eyes.
For every time she falls,
she rises brighter—
a testament that courage
always finds its sky.
So rise, woman, rise—
not because the world asks it,
but because your spirit was made to soar.
And may you never forget:
there is power in your softness,
thunder in your heartbeat,
and a universe waiting
inside your door.
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