In the river's cold embrace, Woolf's whispers linger,
Beneath the surface, Kahlo's palette turns darker.
A drowning pen in a sea of despair,
Each stroke reveals the weight women bear.
The water mirrors a silenced scream,
Assault's cruel stain on a shattered dream.
Canvas of pain, a miscarriage's wail,
Grief's palette deepens, a somber tale.
Bullying shadows, an unyielding tide,
Yet within, resilience is hard to find.
Autumn leaves in the river's slow, sad flow,
Late-diagnosed echoes, a spectrum's shadow.
Through verse, a catharsis in despair,
A requiem for a spirit worn threadbare.
Beneath the surface, Kahlo's palette turns darker.
A drowning pen in a sea of despair,
Each stroke reveals the weight women bear.
The water mirrors a silenced scream,
Assault's cruel stain on a shattered dream.
Canvas of pain, a miscarriage's wail,
Grief's palette deepens, a somber tale.
Bullying shadows, an unyielding tide,
Yet within, resilience is hard to find.
Autumn leaves in the river's slow, sad flow,
Late-diagnosed echoes, a spectrum's shadow.
Through verse, a catharsis in despair,
A requiem for a spirit worn threadbare.
