Like a rock, she rolls
Hitting pavements, crossing shores,
Each strike adds another coat of strength,
The scars so countless, yet so defining
A sculpture so formed, so her...
As days change into seasons,
More sheen to her body and mind
Some seasons were dry and unkind
But what could break her now?
She stood firm like a rock
With no chains and stark-naked honesty.
Her inner flame, her only soft spot,
A light too bright to stay veiled,
So it reflects on her texture when she smiles.
You want to know her?
Just make her smile.