Delicate hands
A feeble frame
Dreams too heavy for
Her shapely shoulders
And a penchant
For running into
Troubles and turmoil.

 One wonders how
Has she made it so far
How is she even alive,
Until one sees her mind
Wild and free
Strong and unlimited
A true force of nature.

Soft simple plain 
Unappreciated unnoticed,
Until she is not,
Until she rises like a storm,
She will not be ignored anymore
She is ready to roar.



Daily Prompt- Penchant

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