Screaming Dawn
Reflection
In the heart of chaos, a soul screams aloud,
A voice that echoes through the void, unbound.
Her face, a canvas of pain and power,
A symphony of emotion, raw and pure.
The tattoos on her skin, stories untold,
Mark her as a warrior, fierce and bold.
Her eyes, a storm of passion and despair,
A mirror reflecting the world's despair.
The scars on her face, a map of her fight,
Each line a testament to her will to survive.
Her scream, a cry for freedom, for light,
A beacon in the darkness, a guiding sight.
This is not just a portrait, but a call,
To rise above the shadows, to stand tall.
For in her eyes, we see our own reflection,
A reminder that strength is our connection.
Through her pain, we find our own resolve,
To scream our truths and let our spirits evolve.
For in the dawn of her scream, we are reborn,
A testament to the power of the human form.