Still She Rises

“Still, She Rises”

She walks through storms with silent grace,
The thunder never shakes her pace.
With every scar upon her skin,
She hides a battle fought within.

The world may try to dim her light,
But stars are born from darkest night.
And though the weight is hard to bear,
She plants her hope like breath in air.

They called her strong, they called her brave—
Not knowing all the love she gave.
Not seeing all the tears she dried
Behind a laugh she learned to hide.

But still she climbs, and still she dreams,
Still holds the sky in shattered seams.
She is not perfect—never claimed—
But in her soul still burns a flame.

A flame that says: “I’m not yet done.”
“My story’s just begun to run.”
And when the world says, “You should fall,”
She stands up taller than them all.

Because she knows the truth inside:
That mountains bow to those who rise.