At thirty-six, she stands so tall,
A woman who has seen it all.
The rush of youth, the weight of years,
The strength behind her hidden tears.
She’s danced with dreams, chased the light,
Fallen hard but rose in spite.
Her heart has loved, her soul has burned,
Through every loss, a lesson learned.
In love, she knows her worth so well,
Not just a story she must sell.
Her career, a winding road,
Sometimes fast, sometimes slowed.
At thirty-six, she fights, she thrives,
A warrior fierce—she lives, she strives.
