Her strides are in the air, her feet never touch the soil.
Her face always beaming bright, her lips never straight.
Her days swirl like a merry-go-round,
And her nights are quiet and starry.

Her dreams are fairy tales,
Her thoughts drift in clouds.
Her mind, a restless vagabond, never at ease—
Unaware of the roller-coaster ahead,
Where life turns topsy-turvy.

She walked through fire,
And rose from ashes as a flame.
She fought her demons with relentless strength,
Embracing her scars with pride and dignity.

She is invincible,
Wearing her wounds like war paint.
She is beautiful despite the tears in her eyes.
She is the epitome of courage—
A woman of fierce grace and valour.