She is no woman—she is every woman.

She is childlike, she is wise.
She is terrified, she is fearless.

She is a lover, she is a warrior.
She dances, she is still.
She cries out, but she listens.

She can’t be described,
and yet, full musical scores
seem to compose the soundtrack to her life.

She yearns to be understood,
but she thrives on her mystery.
She seeks connection while cherishing her solitude.

She is searching, but there are parts of her that can’t always be found.
She is wild and also refined.
She laughs out loud,
and she cries mighty rivers of tears.

She is on her journey,
and she is precisely where she needs to be.
She is awake.
She is you and me.

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