The Woman In Her

Her silence was her silent grieve, A veil that few could ever perceive, But deep within, a fire burned, A fighter's spirit, undeterred and unturned. She was no weak soul, as they thought, A woman with courage, battle fought, Resilient, bold, and strong at heart, A woman king, who'd never depart. In her soul, a fire burning bright, She will rise from the ashes, take her rightful flight, A woman of strength, of power, and grace, In her journey, she will find her rightful place. Though, darkness may assail, She will stand tall and strong, her spirit shall prevail. For she's a woman, a king deep within her core, Unyielding, unbroken, forever she will soar.