Quiet hands tremble,
The weight of choice in her palm—
Steel whispers her name.
Click, the chamber turns,
A final breath, deep as grief—
The world holds its breath.
She lifts her burden,
Aiming past the stifling clouds—
Hope pierces the void.
Through the sky it screams,
A shattering wound of light—
Freedom in her hands.
Sorry for not posting something more positive this morning but I need it's sweet release.