SHE ROSE ANYWAY Some of us weren't given peace we had to create it from chaos. We weren't handed light we became it. We learned love after loss, strength after silence, and grace after breaking. We've carried worlds on weary shoulders and still smiled like sunrise. We've been both the wound and the healer, the storm and the calm that followed. Our strength wasn't inherited it was built in the dark. We didn't rise because life was kind, we rose because we refused to stay down. And that kind of woman? She doesn't wait to be saved. She saves herself.