She

She,
who bloomed before her time,
whose childhood blurred into motherhood
without missing a single heartbeat.

She,
who cradled herself as a daughter
and him as a mother,
who tended every fragile need
with hands that never learned to rest.

She who endured it all,
who sees behind every mask,
who carries the ache of many hearts
inside one unassuming chest.

She offers the warmth of love
even when her own bones feel cold and frail,
she smiles through the quiet storms,
rising radiant while her ribs still shake.

She,
who seems to have everything
even when her soul feels stripped bare,
who keeps the world from falling apart
while she herself is breaking,
piece by silent piece.

She is Power.
She is the Creator.
She bears it all.
She who births.
She who builds.
She who is Abundance.

She is the Divine Feminine—
Kali’s fierce fire,
Mary’s tender mercy,
Isis’s ancient knowing,
Lakshmi’s flowing grace,
Durga’s warrior heart,
Juliet’s wild devotion,
Esther’s quiet courage,
Gaia’s breathing earth.

She is the superwoman
who needs no cape,
the pulse beneath every story,
the sacred Yes that keeps the cosmos turning.

She
is.

~

If you enjoyed this, you’ll enjoy Dr. Shiv Kimar Goel’s previous article on Elephant which was a tribute not just to his mother, but written for every mother whose silent strength becomes someone else’s foundation: