Beneath the sky of silver lace, A child was born with fleeting grace. Her hands knew labor, rough yet true, She stitched, she baked, she pushed on through. Like Cinderella, bound to chores, Yet longing for much more than doors. She swept the floors, spun the thread, But dreamed of where her heart had led. A fire roared within her chest, Like Moana, bold and blessed. No wave could drown, no storm could sway, She carved her path, she found her way. Yet fear would whisper in the night, Like Elsa, trapped in silent fright. She longed to run, yet feared the call, Afraid to rise, afraid to fall. But oh, the world was wide and grand, Like Rapunzel, she left the land. With wandering feet, with eyes so bright, She chased the stars and fled the night. Impetuous heart, so wild, untamed, Like Ariel, she leapt unnamed. She rushed too fast, she loved too blind, And left regrets so far behind. Yet beauty bloomed beyond her face, Like Aurora, Belle—timeless grace. Not just in looks, but light within, A glow untouched by age or sin. Her kindness pure, her trust so wide, Like Snow White, love was her guide. Yet love betrayed, and wounds ran deep, A heart too soft is hard to keep. She rises, she falls, she runs through the night, A storm that won’t settle, a soul full of fight. Her light still shines, unbroken now, Like the one who's reading now.