Title: The Duality of Her Strength

Some days she dons her armor, bold and bright,
A warrior, fierce, ready to ignite,
With fire in her heart and dreams in her eyes,
She charges through storms, defying the lies.

Other days, the weight of the world feels too much,
She crumbles like paper, tender to touch,
A broken mess, fragile, lost in the fray,
Yet even in silence, she finds her own way.

Most days, she’s a tapestry, woven with grace,
Threads of resilience, stitched in each place, ...