She once walked like dawn — unshaken, complete,
With pride in her stride and storms at her feet.
Her silence was sharp, her gaze held the sky,
She needed no echo, no reason to try.
But then came a warmth, too gentle to see,
She mistook the flicker for destiny.
She dimmed her glow to let him shine,
Made every spotlight no longer mine.
She softened her voice when he looked away,
Let teasing words in her silence stay.
What once she’d meet with fire and flare,
She bore for him — as if fair.
She gave him her crown, her throne, her stage,
All for a glance she could never gauge.
And when she spoke what burned inside,
He smiled — then chose to step aside.
But pain can carve what mirrors can't show,
That love, if true, still lets you glow.
She gathered her light, not fierce, but warm —
And bloomed again… in her rawest form.
