Rising from the shadows and journey of strength

In March’s light, the snow did fade,
A girl’s story, in shadows laid.
Born on an isle where the waters gleam,
Raised by kin, she chased a dream.

Her days were marked by trials deep,
A childhood stolen, wounds that seep.
Innocence lost to cruel disguise,
Yet in her heart, a phoenix lies.

Through halls of school, she walked alone,
A silent cry, a muted tone.
The world unkind, yet she survived,
Her spirit bruised, but still alive.

Betrayed by trust, by love’s cruel guise,
She faced the world with tear-streaked eyes.
Yet every scar, a tale of might,
A testament to her inner fight.

They called her names, they cast their stones,
But she stood tall, rebuilt her bones.
For every girl who’s faced the night,
She shines a beacon, burning bright.

Her story’s hers, a truth to own,
A path of pain, yet seeds are sown.
For healing blooms where courage grows,
And strength emerges from life’s throes.