A Song for Her

She danced through her twenties like wildfire,
A flicker of flame in a hurricane’s eye,
In the arms of a hundred lovers she soared,
But each touch was fleeting, no anchor, no shore.

By twenty-three, her womb had wept,
Seventeen secrets in the night it kept.
Two little lives she felt leave too soon,
A broken cradle beneath the moon.

Now she’s forty-one, with softer grace,
A life etched deep upon her face.
Her eyes hold stories that no one asks,
A quiet resolve behind every mask.

She cannot bear the weight of a child,
Her hands once open, now clasped so mild.
Love, a stranger she cannot keep,
Her heart locked away, buried deep.

Yet there's beauty in the way she stands,
In the silence she holds with her steady hands.
For all the wounds that time won’t heal,
She moves through life with quiet steel.

Her laughter is rare but when it comes,
It hums like an unsung song.
In the stillness, she’s found her place,
Though she wears her scars, they shape her grace.

She doesn’t chase what others crave,
Love, and commitment, are things she gave
Away too young, too wild, too fast
Now, she lets the moments last.

For those who see beneath her skin,
They find a heart where light pours in,
A woman who’s lived, a woman who knows
That sometimes the strongest never show.

She may never hold a child of her own,
But in her presence, love is grown.
She’s unforgettable, despite her fight
A soul that shines even in the night.