Life, a tapestry, so vibrant,

Strands of joy woven with sorrows, abundant.

Some are dark like shadows,

And some, soft and bright like meadows.

The needles of fear,

And the yarn of tears.

Together, weaving a path,

Reflecting the aftermath.

Look! She still stands,

Emerging out of the tangled strands.

With the needles of sorrow and distress,

She will weave a new velvet dress.

Her neck, adorned with pearls,

Her lotus eyes, closed yet full of moonlit twirls.

A smile so bright,

Guiding her like a light.

Now, she reclaims the tapestry,

Decorating her with glory.

The fragile borders have been strengthened,

And her spirit awakened.