The power this little girl holds illuminates her, and projects her strength further than her physical being
She stands above the rest, and her bare feet sink into the soil of the mountain she is standing upon
She has climbed for a lifetime to reach this sanctuary. She overcome the sheer rock faces with nothing but her nimble hands and supple feet, although you would think she had had help from the wind- almost like it had picked her up and gently placed her on higher ground.
Nobody can reach her, or touch her. No- she has conquered the common ground and now she is playing in the clouds.
Except she won't play long, for she can see an army on the horizon. It is coming for her and marching to the rythym of her beating heart. She is frightened for herself, and her beautiful place in the world. Mediocrity is coming to quell the magic she's created.
They March on,consuming the mountain and covering it like thousands of ants.
Still she stands strong, even though the army coming for her have no hearts, only armour and shields. She has only her weak flesh to protect the heart she has nurtured so carefully. They're so close now...but not quite near.
They cannot reach her for she is too high. They cannot attack her or pierce her skin.
Maybe she'll be safe
The army however, have a weapon much more dangerous. They let their voices snake up to her, like coils of smoke. She hears what they think and she knows the hate in their heads is all for her. The words ******* her, worse than any wound could. She does not know how to attack what she cannot see so instead she listens, trying to detect where it whispers from. She doesn't know, and the voices of hatred penetrate her world. Her power is crippled and her heart is left broken.
She still has power, but it isn't put on display. She keeps it to herself so that jealous minds can't come after it. Because every whisper is yet another crack, another chip off her shoulder.
She isn't innocent and trusting any longer, her edges have become a little rough. She fell down from her sanctuary, down the rock face of her mountain. The words of the soldiers hurt her so badly that she joined them just to get away, to blend in.
But she remembers. She remembers the freedom she had from her vantage point, and the beauty she saw there. She is climbing her mountain again, starting from scratch. It's harder, there's more weight pulling her down.
But don't worry- she'll get there.
She was a girl that illuminated hope, and now she's cracked.
We broke her, but now we have the opportunity to help her back up.
And from there, she'll go far.
She still illuminates hope.