She...

She, most proud of the wings she wears,

A gift she was given to chase any dream she dares!

She, suppresses the wild that cannot be tamed,

Her spirit is fire, with love being her flame.

She, who finds beauty in all parts of life,

Sewing the silver lining for those facing strife.

She, different than most and accepting of all,

With the strength of 300, though her stature is small.

She, understanding and empathetic, her greatest traits,

Able to flourish while carrying so many weights.

She, thrown to the wolves comes back leading the pack,

Cultivating strength through unity, to balance what she lacks.

She, believes in forgiveness and encourages truth,

Hoping to pass on wisdom to the worlds youth.

She, resilient as hell and built to survive,

Determined to unapologetically, passionately thrive.

She, falling in love with herself a little more each day,

Clearly envisioning her future, caring less what they say.

Securing her roots and growing her family and friends,

Misfits and loaners, hoping her pack blends.

She, will live fully because when she slides into the grave,

The ride will have been worth it, when looking back on the path that she paved!