The woman with three names

There is a quick-witted woman I know with three names; her silhouette is a mystery; she's had multiple fragile frames. Many have tried and failed to tame her rather long mane, but honestly, they were lame flames. Her treks motivate her for life’s endless, gruelling games. Called a traveller but never exploring for fame, she isn't one of those Instagram dames. Nobody can catch her riddle runner strides, she won't win any elections; her temper never slides. But that humour will take you on some rollercoaster rides. A compass nucleus of fears revives stifled tides. Some have labelled her a peaceful poet and writer. This makes her laugh; she's always been an ample fighter. In her day job, she wrestles with a highlighter. Glued to a screen, she implores the sky to make her mind lighter. When she was knee-high, she dreamed of being a screenwriter. A secret rapper, perhaps she will win a Grammy as a songwriter. Only time will tell where she will land with a whisky and pen in her hands on another all-nighter.