She walks with grace, head held high, A heart once broken, but she won’t cry. She gave her love, her time, her all, Yet he let her stumble, let her fall. She poured herself into their days, In love, in care, in countless ways. But he took more than he ever gave, Leaving her heart to heal and brave. No longer bound by hollow dreams, She found her worth in self-esteem. A single mom, fierce and strong, Her story’s hers—it won’t be wrong. She lifts herself, she shines anew, With wisdom, love, and a clearer view. No longer waiting, no longer torn, From her own strength, she is reborn. And though she’s met someone new, She treads with care, with thoughts in view. For now, it’s words, it’s steady ground, No rush, no chains, just self unbound. Tanya’s heart is gold, her soul is fire, A woman of love, of dreams, of desire. She moves ahead, no need to chase, For she’s the prize—full of grace.