Roar of the Unbroken

She was not born in gilded light, No tender touch to soothe the night. The world she knew was cracked and cold — A thousand truths she never told. She learned to roar before she spoke, From chains of fear, her spirit broke. No silver spoon, no soft embrace — Just sharpened claws and burning grace. They called her wild, they called her wrong — But shadows made her fierce and strong. She licked the wounds that others gave, And carved her name from what they paved. The lioness does not retreat — She bears the scars, she claims defeat. Yet still she rises, fierce and free — A queen who owns her destiny. For love was never fed with ease, It hid between the jagged seas. But now she rules where fear once lay — The lioness has found her way.