DANIJELA ĆUK

 

 

Woman, Queen

 

You are the one who bends the impossible to her will,

For whom no shadow of “cannot” exists still.

They tried to break you, wound you, cast you aside,

Yet never once could they conquer your pride.

 

You are the one who rises when strength disappears,

Hiding oceans of sorrow beneath silent tears.

Though life may surround you with fire and pain,

You always uncover the light once again.

 

You are the source of love, of passion, of grace,

You know there is no shame in falling from place to place.

How many times have you stumbled and bled,

Yet stood tall once more, lifting your head.

 

Our queen, our goddess, the heartbeat of life,

Within you lives beauty untouched by strife.

Every scar cuts deeply, every wound leaves its mark,

Yet you still choose to love through the dark.

 

Let the careless voices speak empty and loud,

They could never carry the burdens you’ve bowed.

They do not wear wounds stitched from pearls of despair,

Nor carry the sorrow your soul learned to bear.

 

No one but you knows how it feels

To lose all your strength, yet your spirit still heals;

To reach life’s summit through ashes and flame,

While pain wraps around you and calls out your name.

 

So remember, dear woman — a queen you remain,

Let no soul convince you otherwise again.

For only warrior women truly understand

How deeply life cuts when stripped to the bone by its hand.

 

My Rose

 

My rose,

My fairest bloom,

May your smile forever brighten every room.

May your eyes forever shimmer with delight,

While heaven’s sun wraps you in golden light.

 

Your beauty carries the fragrance of the rose in spring,

Nothing in this world could outshine the glow you bring.

It is the purest love that flows from your soul so true,

Like the sweetest perfume of roses kissed by morning dew.

 

My dearest mother, gentle and kind,

You stood beside me through every storm I’d find.

Thank you for being forever mine,

Your daughter carries your love with pride divine.

 

Thank you for being a light to women and to me,

For the strength you embody so beautifully.

And know that in every moment, wherever you are,

You will always have me — your everlasting star.

 

For the most beautiful rose shall never fade away,

Its beauty and love forever stay.

 

DANIJELA ĆUK

 

DANIJELA ĆUK:  From Croatia. She was born on May 25, 1989, in Vukovar and currently resides in Čavle. She writes both poetry and prose, and so far has published three independent poetry collections, while also contributing to more than sixty collaborative poetry anthologies. Her poetry has been featured in international magazines and online literary portals, and has been honored with numerous diplomas, awards, and recognitions. In addition to writing, the author is also actively involved in volunteer work.