"Semi-colon"

In a world of pressure, a fragile soul,
She walks a tightrope, her heart takes its toll.
Constant doubts, a weight upon her mind,
Yet she finds strength in a delicate line.

A fine line she walks, with every step,
Navigating struggles, secrets kept.
The weight of expectations, a heavy load,
Threatening to break her, in this cruel ode.

But she refuses to succumb to despair,
Her spirit resilient, she'll persevere.
In moments of darkness, she finds her light,
Drawing strength from within, ready to fight.

With trembling hands and determined grace,
She reaches for a pen, finds her solace.
A crawling crawl, a symbol so grand,
A semi-colon drawn, like life's reprimand.

Each stroke a testament, a declaration,
Of her resilience, her inner salvation.
In times of chaos, she creates her art,
Writing her story, mending a broken heart.

For every doubt that tries to pull her down,
She draws a line, her resilience renowned.
With each semi-colon, she finds her voice,
Choosing to rise above, making her choice.

She embraces the journey, flawed and fine,
Accepting imperfections, her heart aligns.
For in the struggle, she discovers her might,
A warrior's spirit, burning so bright.

So let her crawl, let her draw that line,
A symbol of strength, a moment divine.
In the face of pressure, she'll still thrive,
For within her, a fire's alive.

A testament to resilience and grace,
A story of triumph, finding her place.
She walks the tightrope, but will not fall,
For her spirit's resolute, standing tall.

In the fine line she treads, a battle won,
A symphony of strength, forever spun.
She defies the doubts, her spirit unbound,
A warrior queen, with a line profound.