She once had
dreams of being an
endless summer,
a shinning light.

She lost the fight,
lost every dream.

Hounds came at night,
stole her breath
and her wings.

She's a cautionary tale,
no longer that
uplifting kind your
parents used to tell.

It'd be so easy,
let it consume her whole.
All the things she took,
fitting to have hers stole.

But she could have it back,
a soft resurrection.

It's simple.
Let it go,
stop holding on.
Don't look back,
take life slow.