For the Woman Who Stayed Soft in the Storm. by MissT

She doesn’t roar to prove her worth,
She doesn’t beg to be believed—
Her strength is in the silence
That follows when she leaves.

A heart like fire wrapped in grace,
Too wild to cage, too true to fake,
She breaks, she bends, but always stands—
No one owns the path she takes.

She loves like thunder—raw and deep,
But learns when love is far too cheap.
And when they leave her in the dark,
She lights the night with her own spark.

So here’s to her—the one who stayed,
Who stitched her soul where it was frayed.
A fierce heart never turns to stone—
She simply learns to walk alone.