PART ONE:  THE UNBOUND GLORY OF HER HEART

Wild, untamed, and free she stands,
a tempest woven in golden strands.
The wind does not break but bows to her will,
as mountains whisper and rivers thrill.

She is the song of the open sky,
a fire that flickers but does not die.
No chain nor tether, no whispered plea
could bind the soul of one born to be free.

She loves like thunder, fierce and bright,
burning through sorrow, kissing the night.
Her laughter echoes where wild things run,
dancing with shadows, chasing the sun.

And though the world may beg her to stay,
to soften, to quiet, to turn away,
she will rise like dawn on the endless sea;
unbound, in the glory of all she can be.

PART TWO:  THE RECKLESS STORM OF HER SOUL

She runs with the wild, a reckless storm,
lightning in laughter, thunder in form.
No map, no master, no path made straight,
only the pull of an untamed fate.

She tastes the rain like a lover’s kiss,
spins with the wind, knows only this:
that life is fleeting, fierce, and bright,
meant to be lived, not caged in fright.

Yet love is a thread that tugs and twines,
soft as moonlight, strong as vines.
Will she yield? Will she stay?
Or will she vanish with the break of day?

PART THREE:  GENTLE RECKONING OF HER FIRE

She is the wildfire, the rolling tide,
but even storms have a place to hide.
A heart so free must also rest,
to find the ones who love it best.

Not bound in chains, nor clipped, nor tame,
but seen, embraced, called by name.
For freedom is not just the road unknown;
it’s choosing where the soul feels home.

So she stands, the wind still sings,
but now it knows...she has found her wings.

PART FOUR: THE ETERNAL ECHO OF HER SPIRIT

She has run with the wind, burned with the stars,
danced in the dark, healed in her scars.
She has tasted the edge of all that could be,
and now she stands, both fierce and free.

Not every journey is meant to roam,
sometimes the wild must build its home.
Not in stillness, nor in chains,
but where love and freedom share their names.

She is not tamed, she is not bound,
yet in love’s arms, she has been found.
For to be free is not to flee,
but to choose, with joy, where she will be.

And Let It Be Joy That Remembers Me

Let not the weight of my days be the tale,
nor the echoes of sorrow that time lets grow pale.
Not the moments I stumbled, nor those I stood tall,
but the laughter that lingers, the light through it all.

Let it be joy that remembers me,
like dawn spilling gold on an old, weary tree.
Like wind through the grass where the wild rivers run,
or the hush of the earth when it greets the sun.

Not carved into stone, nor whispered in woe,
but caught in the way that the fireflies glow.
A kindness retold in a story once shared,
a spark in the dark to remind you I cared.

So when all else fades as the years pass you through,
let it be joy that still sings in the blue.

In the shadows where the whispers dwell,  
Where doubt entwines like a heavy spell,  
I stand, unraveled by the storm's fierce hand,  
Yet in this chaos, I find where I stand.

The weight of loathing may cloud my sight,  
But even in darkness, I stretch toward the light.  
For every stumble, every tear that falls,  
Is a step toward glory, a rise from the falls.

With trembling voice, I reclaim my fate,  
Each scar tells a story, each wound can create  
A tapestry woven with courage and grace,  
A dance of resilience in this fervent space.

Let the tempest rage, let the winds blow strong,  
For power resides in knowing where I belong.  
I am the storm and the calm that it brings,  
A symphony of struggle, flying on bold wings.

I gather the pieces …both bruised and worn,  
In the heart of my battles, a new self is born.  
With each breath, I conquer the mountains of doubt,  
For within me lies strength that will never run out.

Oh, let the world tremble, let it oft misjudge,  
In the face of my trials, I refuse to begrudge.  
For beneath every burden, beneath every scar,  
Lies the truth of my spirit …a luminous star.

So here I rise, a phoenix in flight,  
A testament woven of shadows and light.  
For though the path twists and the nights feel long,  
I am woven of courage, I am woven of song.