Slowly
She draws an emblem of peace
In the ceiling of her room
And Amidst the cacophony of the world
She could be a damsel in distress
But she is instead a torchbearer of freedom
A gem hanging from the chandelier
Slowly
She murmurs a melody of bliss
Her curiosity satiated with humility
And she finds a friend in the radiant dawn
Her eyes sparkling in its rays
She finds life in death
The death of her pride and arrogance
Slowly
She becomes a beacon in the ocean
A masseur of thoughts
Uncoveted and unblistered
She writes a hamlet of rhymes
Her toils still draped in her blood
Working hard to meet the fills
Slowly
Yet she finds the strength to rise
To feed the world with her poetry
Gleeful and euphoric
With Metaphors of joy
She kisses her diary of poems
And works to support her son
Slowly
She touches the sky with her hands
She feels like a flapping bird
Free and valiant
She takes off with her words
Faster than a plane
Richer than any millionaire
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