In the silence of the night, shadows take their shape, Where echoes of her cry persist, a cruel and violent rape. A nightmare unfolds, tearing at her soul, Stripping away her spirit, leaving a gaping hole.
Her world once filled with laughter, now drowns in silent screams, The pain that haunts her every step, invades her fragile dreams. Bruises bloom like petals, dark against her skin, Marks of a vicious battle that she couldn’t win.
She walks with unseen burdens, heavy on her frame,
A past that clings like shackles, a torment without name.
In a world so quick to judge, so slow to understand,
They fail to see her suffering, the scars upon her hand.
Her tears fall like raindrops, lost in the ocean’s tide, Each one a whispered memory of all she tries to hide. But strength resides in silence, courage in the pain,
She rebuilds her shattered pieces, though the scars remain.
In the darkness of her sorrow, a light begins to shine,
A spark of hope igniting, within her broken mind.
Though her trust was stolen, her innocence destroyed,
She finds a voice within her, that cannot be employed.
The pain is real, the wounds are deep, but still she stands so tall, A warrior in the aftermath, who dares to face it all.
For every tear that falls, she learns to rise again,
A testament to the resilience that lives beneath her skin.
The world may never see the depth of her despair,
But she fights her battles daily, beneath her broken stare. In every whispered prayer, every silent
plea, She finds the strength to carry on, to live, to breathe, to be.
In shadows deep, she finds her path, where darkness meets the light, A journey of a thousand miles begins with just one fight. She walks the road of healing, her head held high and proud, A survivor in the truest sense, a voice that speaks aloud.
And though her heart is heavy, and her spirit’s bruised and torn,
She rises from the ashes, like a phoenix reborn. For in her darkest moments, she finds a way to cope, Transforming all her suffering into a flame of hope.
Her story isn’t over; it’s just begun anew, A tale of pain and courage, of strength that only grew. She’s more than just a victim; she’s a force, a flame, a tide, A woman who has conquered, what tried to steal her pride.
In every broken whisper, in every shattered dream, She finds the will to carry on, to rise, to fight, to scream. Her pain, her strength, her courage, they blend into a hymn, Of a woman who’s endured it all and found the fire within.
And though the world may never know the battles she has faced, She stands with quiet dignity, her pain no longer laced. For she is more than what they did, more than what she’s been through, She is a testament of strength, of hope, of something true.
In shadows deep, she finds her voice, a song that never fades, A melody of survival, of wounds that time cascades. She sings for every woman who’s suffered in the night, A chorus of endurance, of enduring endless fight.
The pain is real, the scars may stay, but she remains unbroken, A symbol of resilience, her truth, her story spoken. For in her heart she carries, the strength of all who’ve cried, A beacon in the darkness, a flame that never died.