🌷 She Who Carries The Stars🌷 Poem by WIN VENTURA

She walks with thunder beneath her ribs,
A heart both broken and bold.
The past has tried to burn her down—
Yet she rises, made of gold.

Her voice is silk soaked in sunrise,
Her gaze, a moonlit flame,
She holds forgotten galaxies
And never seeks her fame.

She feeds the stray with kindness pure,
Speaks love to winds and trees,
Even when her soul feels hollow—
She brings the storm to peace.

Her dreams are stitched with mystic thread,
Her hands, they heal with light,
A thousand scars upon her skin
But none that dull her might.

She is a poem whispered by gods,
A fire that won't retire—
The stars may fall, the seas may part,
But she walks through every fire.

And though they tried to break her name,
And turn her sun to frost—
She smiled, she danced, she loved again,
And proved they never lost.

By: - WIN VENTURA