Apr 13, 2025
She Grows Beyond the Thorns
She walks a path where shadows lie,
But lifts her gaze to find the sky.
A gentle heart, a quiet flame,
She carries strength without a name.
Not bound by thorns that pierced her past,
She grows with grace, she blooms at last.
The world once heavy on her chest,
Now whispers peace, now grants her rest.
With every tear, a softer rain,
With every loss, a gentler gain.
She gathers hope in fragile hands,
And plants it deep in dreaming lands.
Each girl, each soul, with tender light,
Can find her way beyond the night.
She is the dawn, the healing air—
A life rebuilt with loving care.
