Acrylic art work - 120cm x 60cm on canvas
 
Beneath the layers, wounds softly weep,
A canvas whispers what words cannot keep.
Each stroke, a memory, each hue, a sigh,
Her scars are stories the soul cannot deny.
 
She stands in silence, yet speaks through art,
A tempest of beauty flows from her heart.
Crimson and gold, the pain and the grace,
A map of her journey etched on her face.
 
Through brokenness blooms a radiant flame,
Her scars are not shame—they carry her name.
In every line, resilience is sown,
A masterpiece born from battles she’s known.