This is me

I’m the one who loves to

Walk against the wind 

And be caressed by thunder

I’m the one who isn’t afraid of

The roaring storms 

Or sharp winter wind that scathes my cheek 

I’m she who finds home in wild woods

I’m a woman who stares at pain in the eye

I’m the one who makes a blanket out of darkness

I’m the earth’s daughter; strong and resilient

I’m the rock on seashore; withstanding a thousand lashes of the waves

Still alive, still living, still standing brave

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