Her eyes are like the ocean underneath the light of the full moon,
Glistening with a past of misery covered with optimism for the future.
Her short brown tresses blow in the wind without a flaw,
The dull, uneven edges tell of the blade that began her life anew.
Her dark skin, perfect and rough, is neither from the sun nor a gift from the spirits,
But from the heritage she is humble to be a part of.
Her smile can light the doom and gloom and a crowd of mourners,
A mere crooked grin causing a party to break the silence of its inhibitions.
Her voice is as smooth as velvet and feminine yet confident,
Firmness in her tone is ever-present whilst never abandoning her caring nature.
Her laugh, strong and genuine, can make a mime titter,
The smallest of chuckles bringing joy to a weary day.
Her optimistic personality is always a breath of fresh air,
Never not caring for every soul she has met in all of her lifetimes.
This woman, who has been through hell and back,
Has braved the reality of life and the life of reality,
Put her safety on the line for a world unknown,
Doubted her self-worth for suffering the costs of anarchy,
Lost an eon of advice in situations she needed it most,
And walked away from the culmination of war with only cuts and bruises,
Is the only person in the entire world who can say she has seen it all.