05/06/2023
In a realm where burdens whisper, unseen,
There dwells a woman, weary, yet serene.
She wears a crown, forged with strength untold,
But deep within her soul, fatigue takes hold.
She's an oasis in a desert of strife,
A beacon of light in the darkest of life.
She nurtures hearts with love's gentle sway,
Yet her own spirit longs for a moment's respite.
The world demands her presence, day by day,
With expectations clinging to her in every way.
She's a pillar, a fortress, a comforting embrace,
But in this role she's cast, her own dreams erase.
How long can she bear the weight upon her chest,
With dreams and desires buried deep in unrest?
Her heart's cry echoes in the silence of night,
Longing to break free, to reclaim her own light.
But even in shadows, a flicker remains,
A reminder of her worth, through all her pains.
She straightens her crown, worn yet unbowed,
For she knows she's more than a servant, somehow.
With each weary step, she whispers a decree,
"I am more than the roles they assign me.
I am a queen of my own destiny,
And I'll reclaim my throne, for all to see."
So she gathers her strength, like a phoenix in flight,
And ignites the fire that burns with her might.
Her tired soul rejuvenates, fueled by the flame,
As she redefines her purpose, for it's never too late.
No longer bound by the chains of their demands,
She forges her path with her own skilled hands.
She finds solace in knowing her worth,
A reminder that her spirit is unbreakable, her value birthed.
She'll no longer be everything to everyone else,
For her own dreams deserve her undying wealth.
With her crown shining bright, she conquers the night,
As she claims her throne, rekindling her inner light.
So, let her stand tall, amidst life's stormy sea,
A woman unyielding, finally setting herself free.
Though weary, she'll remember to straighten her crown,
For she's the queen of her realm, forever unbound.
