Woven she is
From the dry bare soil

Sculptured into a pot full of holes
But her moral compass has no holes

Multi-dimensional
She blooms on an Earth full of thorns

She is the fire in the veld
Warm enough to comfort those in need
And strong enough to scorch all in her way

Sacred she is
Her strength lives in the depth of her scars

She is steel
Flawless and strong enough to carry her own

Love she has and love she gives
She is the woman within