Aurora Rising
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a light ascends,
A figure emerges, with golden threads that transcend,
The boundaries of skin, the confines of form,
As she rises, her essence begins to transform.
With every strand, a story unfolds,
Of trials and tribulations, of moments told,
The swirling vortex, a dance of fate,
Guides her journey, through the darkness to create.
The golden glow, a beacon in the night,
Illuminates the path, to newfound light,
The figure's face, a map of the soul,
Reflects the struggles, the triumphs, the goal.
In this moment, she is reborn,
As the golden threads, her spirit adorn,
With every breath, a new tale is spun,
As she rises, her heart is forever won.