Posting another poem, this one in honor of a little girl's birthday that was yesterday. 10 years old, two whole hands, and more than two whole handfuls. A very honorable representative of the poem originally inspired by the bravery of a broken-down woman, with a bright light shining through the cracks in her armor. Hannah, you have always been a very spitting image of bravery. This one is for you.
Incredible bravery you must have,
You made it through it all
And even now, feeble and afraid
as you may be, your tears are the water that nourish the growth you are making. Waking up is the good ferocity deep inside you.
Your strength and courage rise up to wage a war in your favor.
Your gentleness uncompromising, but
your song is a far cry from a perfect and happy melody.
It is the ballad of freedom, glory of resilience, and a lullaby of hope.
You wear the scars of your past like war-paint and you make it look like the jewels of a queen.
And you are a beautiful and boundless women.
You will make it through and you will leave all others in awe of your wake.
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