Rebel Soul
Reflection
In the depths of her gaze, a story unfolds,
A canvas of tattoos, a life to be told.
With every line and every curve, a piece of her heart,
A rebel's spirit, a work of art.
Her hair, a mess of black and white,
A symbol of contrast, a guiding light.
The wall behind her, a backdrop of pain,
A reflection of the struggles she's faced, the battles she's gained.
Yet, in her eyes, a spark remains,
A flame that flickers, a fire that sustains.
A soul on fire, a heart that beats,
A woman reborn, with every step she takes.
With every tattoo, a memory etched,
A story of love, of loss, of life's complex web.
She kneels, a warrior, worn and weary,
Yet, in her gaze, a strength that's still quite cheery.
A rebel soul, with a heart of gold,
A story unfolding, a tale to be told.