She could be the waves
Lashing wildly on the shore.
Strength, then crashing to the ground
And still she would rise and try again

She could be as changeable as the moon
Never showing that darker half
Always partly hidden to the world,
Never believing she might be even more radiant than the sun.

She was free like the wind
Stronger alone, and no one to tie her down
Refusing to be defined by what others said she had to be
Having the courage to love herself for who she truly was.

She was beautiful.
Not for the way she looked, but for how she saw the world.
The smallest joys were the largest miracles
She was a mosaic of mismatched pieces, breathtaking to behold.