Not by the weight she can carry,
But by the hands she extends,
Lifting souls from shadows,
When the world feels like it ends.

Not by how she braves the tempest,
But by the path she carves through,
Guiding hearts through raging waters,
Showing them what they can do.

Not because she’s untouched by sorrow,
But because she dances in the rain,
Each drop a testament to resilience,
Every heartbeat a lesson from pain.

She is strong,
Not by choice but by necessity,
Born from the ashes of struggles,
A phoenix in her own right,
Her kindness a fierce tenacity.
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