I Am Not Just A Woman

In life's vast theater, amidst struggles I stand,
A woman who sculpted by challenges with a resilient hand.
Through my tempests of sorrow and my waves of joy,
I navigate my unyielding spirit that is no one can destroy.

Rooted like an oak in the storms that assail,
Can't you see a foundation built on every struggle?
Branches are stretching, without any fear.
But with the audacity of a warrior's ferocity.

In laughter's echo, there's a melody of the brave,
A symphony composed on the edge of the wave.
Yet beneath the surface where a river flows,
Nourishing the roots of strength as life bestows.

Every tear is like a drop of rain in a fierce uproar,
I cultivate resilience in a tale of travail.
A dance with shadows is a battle with light,
I am a woman who forging through the darkest night.

In the grand tapestry of dreams, there, I find my place,
A protagonist with a heart who faced grace.
A kaleidoscope of hues in this tale so rife,
I am the canvas that painted with struggles and life.

Through dense forests of adversity, I tread,
Leaving footprints which a testament to what's been bled.
In the epic of time where my story unfolds,
A piece of art with threads of both silver and gold.

In the soft whispers of the evening breeze,
Solace found where happiness appeases.
A constellation of hopes, in tales untold,
A woman's story, it is truly a marvelously bold.

Through seasons of change, still, I stand unwavering,
Adapting and evolving, where joy and suffering savoring.
In life's mosaic, there, I wield my work of art,
Crafting resilience from each fragmented part.

Here I stand still, in present and past,
A woman, which spirit is vast and steadfast.
Heart beats to life's rhythmic strain,
Oh, I can say, "I am triumphant in joy and in pain."
(by MCLC)