MONI

She is 27 candles,
Each flame a story, a spark,
A woman shaped by the winds of change,
Still burning bright in the dark.

She walks with wonder in her stride,
A passport heart, a restless soul,
Collecting moments, faces, dreams,
Making every journey whole.

She speaks in strength and softness too,
A sister, a spark, a guide,
Helping women rise from silence,
To stand with stars in their eyes.

She’s not just chasing paths unknown—
She builds them with bare hands,
Falls, gets up, laughs again,
She thrives where courage stands.

She’s met strangers who felt like home,
And left places that no longer fit,
But never once did she slow down—
She’s wired to never quit.

She carries the sun in her spirit,
The ocean in her mind,
A woman not just going places—
But becoming what she finds.