By Elisa Herrera
I met a girl who left her home,
chasing a life she had never known.
Dreams in her hands, a bag packed light,
she stepped into the endless night.
I met a young woman, lost but strong,
in a land where words felt wrong.
No taste of home, no stars above,
she longed for laughter, a mother’s love.
Long days beneath an unkind sun,
cold, dark nights—alone, undone.
Silent stares, the weight of fear,
a stranger’s world, no welcome near.
I met a woman, weary, worn,
her dream now tangled, bruised, and torn.
Cancer came, a ruthless thief,
alone she stood in pain and grief.
She searched for help, for hands to hold,
for voices warm, for hearts consoled.
At SurvivingBreastCancer.org, she found a guide,
a place where love and hope reside.
I met a girl who chose to fight,
through every chemo, every night.
She learned to rest, to breathe, to heal,
to face her fears with strength so real.
A child, a woman, a soul so bright,
who walked through darkness toward the light.
She fought her battles, she found her way,
and still she stands, unshaken today.
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