I am born to retain the storms.
I do not tread predictable paths.
I am unconventional and defiant.

I may have an objective but no concept
yet, I can crawl to make the path.
My body struggles with anxiety and fear,
My mind crumbles with distress.
I implore my creator to push through all the despair.

I am dark, yet the moon shines on me, relentlessly.
I am a star with the potential to carry another one inside me.

I am not bright as the sun, but I am still Venus,
I do not blaze, but I flow at my will like a burning magma.
I am gentle as a calm stream but contain the strength to become rapids and create crevices endlessly.

I am all virtues and vices fused.
God’s favorite, you are allowed to feel jealous too.

I am every struggling or serene woman,
an angel with a trace of the demon.
Crush me, burn me, assault me, neglect me, or torture me,
just reflect that in every mythology, everyone has reverenced me.

Learn the lesson to appreciate me, for I will brighten your world like a deity and walk with you till eternity.