The Unyielding Queen

She stands where storms dare not tread,

A crown of fire upon her head.

Not forged in gold, nor shaped by throne,

But by the battles she fought alone.

Her words—sharp as a warrior’s blade,

Her mind—a kingdom, wisely laid.

She bends not to the weight of fear,

For strength and wisdom walk her near.

They silence her, yet she speaks still,

With iron heart and unshaken will.

She breaks the chains, she claims her space,

No longer bound, no longer erased.

But fierce as she stands in war and strife,

She holds the world with hands of life.

A healer’s touch, a mother’s grace,

A heart where love finds endless space.

She dries the tears, she mends the wounds,

She lifts the lost, she soothes the doomed.

For though her power shakes the land,

Her mercy flows from gentle hands.

The world has tried to steal her light,

To dim her will, to break her might.

Yet every scar upon her skin

Is proof of wars she dared to win.

She does not ask, she does not wait,

She shapes her path, she writes her fate.

And though the earth may shake and break,

She rises still—for hearts to wake.

Not just a ruler, fierce and wise,

But hope reborn in countless eyes.

For every woman, bold and free,

Carries her soul—eternally.