She Rises
She is the whisper of dawn
Soft yet unyielding,
A storm wrapped in silk,
A fire that warms and burns.
She curries worlds in her hands,
Dreams in her eyes,
Scars that tells stories,
Yet she walks unbowed.
She loves, she builds, she heals-
A force of grace and grit,
The soul of the earth,
Eternal, unstoppable.
Copyright © Beryl A. Ouma | Year Posted 2025
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