She is dauntless yet coward
Challenges? She moves, strives forward
But inside her there is a brawl, spine tad
Her fate may seem to others as wayward
She is strong yet fragile
Seems to hold herself well in face of trials
But she knows better - she's in denial
Inside she's crushed and crying, just a mere child
She is a storehouse of knowledge yet ignorant
Every sense of the word wise in each of her "rants"
Gauged by this world's "standards" she may be considered errant
But she'll learn, give her time and she'll learn if you'll grant
She is light yet dark
Her personality and presence, hark!
Luminous, translucent, pure and on mark
But oh, her thoughts! A chiaroscuro by far
She is light yet weight
Her existence is precious by any rate
But a mortal, will her life affect others' fates?
Yes, indeed, but until what date?
Slowly, slowly, time will erase
Hers and others' memories of her - down to its base
Society's praise and jeerings will fade eventually without a trace
So I ask, "Will it all matter?" just in case
Please reiterate that she is light yet weight
Aye!
Her deeds may long be forgotten or have gotten stale
Her life a speck in this vast and enormous world, terminate
For the same reasons that she is deemed light will she be deemed weight
She is an enigma yet excruciatingly simple
No twists or complications, simply ample
You can read her surface, even dwell on her temple
Yet even till there she's still a lot more to fumble
She is beautiful yet..........
No!
She is not beautiful nor ugly to bet
She is beyond words, a soul beyond threat
Yet to be caged by a language at full length
Yes, she is all these and not
A paradox of paradox, odd among odds
Arielle is the name endowed to her by lot
And so, strive everyday, Arielle, or all will be for nought