Hopelessly devoted Bibliophile

To the daughter who endured so much: you are proof that even in the harshest nights, a survivor can shine. More power to you Tshogyal!

Stand in grace, in kindness, with love your steady guide,
Let storms swirl around you — stay peaceful deep inside.
For worth is not a mirror held by someone else’s hand,
It’s the light within you — strong, unshaken, grand.

let whispers roam the air,
Let them craft their stories — it’s not your truth to bear.
Their thoughts won’t break you, their words won’t dim your flame,
For you are not their gossip, their noise, or empty blame.