Amidst
ash-fill, a phoenix's flight,
with
potent strength, a fearless sight.
Her
scars etched deep, yet unerased,
defied
the adversity she faced.
In
unity, they found their grace,
emerging
strong, a sisterhood's embrace.
Muted
pasts now distant noise,
together
they rise, they rejoice.
For
behind every strong woman's voice,
a
story echoes, no choice but to rise.
Saturday, July 29, 2023
Rising Phoenixes
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Friday, July 28, 2023
In the Stillness...
In the stillness of my mind,
I saw myself unchained, unbound.
In the whispers of my heart,
I found my voice.
In the trajectory of my dreams,
I made my choice.
In the realm of my soul,
I sought peace.
In the depths of my being,
I believed.
For in the stillness of my mind,
I was unchained, unbound,
A celebration of liberation, resound.
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