Fury Unleashed

In the depths of her eyes, a storm rages on, A tempest of emotions, a soul reborn. The paint on her face, a warrior's disguise, A shield against the world, a heart that cries. Her mouth, a void, a scream that echoes through, A primal release, a power that breaks through. The braids in her hair, a tale of strength and might, A symbol of resilience, in the face of endless fight. The black and white tones, a canvas of contrast, A reflection of the turmoil, that she's lived and amassed. This is a woman, untamed and unafraid, A force of nature, with a spirit displayed. Her fury is a fire, that burns bright and true, A passion that drives her, to see her journey through. In this moment, she is free and unbound, A wild spirit, with a heart that's ungrounded.