Her footsteps are heavy because her heart
Won't let them be otherwise

Her head is hanging low because her soul
Is not strong enough to hold it high

Her hands are churning together because her stomach
Is full of knots she can't untie

Her voice wavers because her mind
Cannot stay steady if even for a moment

Her body is no longer a system working fluidly
But a hodgepodge of pieces trying to fit together

Her outside reflects her inside
A shattered mirror still intact but barely