She stands alone
against the walls
that feel as if they daily
She holds her hands up
trying to stop the destruction,
the feelings and emotions
bottled behind glass,
like the dam that burst from pressure,
she is carried forward with the tide,
by only her heart.
She reaches her hand to grasp at things
she thinks will stop her from falling,
but the knowledge and escape she seeks
lies solely within her soul.
She must dive in deep,
treading past the hurt,
the pain and tears.
She must find the light once more,
and crush the foe
that is yesterday.
Battle ready she will grow strong
and looking forward to what is to come,
never back except perhaps
to wave goodbye one last time.