She Rose Anyway

Poem

There were days
the weight felt heavier than her own name.

Days she questioned everything—
her body, her strength, her place in the world.

And still—
she rose.

Not loudly.
Not perfectly.

But steadily.

Carrying what she could,
releasing what she couldn’t,

becoming someone
even she didn’t yet realise she was becoming.

That is strength.

That is her.