Shards of Serenity

In fragments, she finds her peace, A mosaic of self, in shards released. Like glass, her spirit, sharp and bright, Cuts through the noise, into the light. With every shard, a story's told, Of trials faced, and wisdom old. Her form, a silhouette of strength, A guardian of grace, at length. The red streak, a fiery spark, Ignites the path, through the dark. In brokenness, she finds her might, A phoenix rising, from the night. A dance of shadows, on the wall, Echoes of a soul, standing tall. In the silence, she finds her voice, A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice.