Once upon a time, her world was filled with light.
A sight optimistic, ecstatic like a birds first flight.
Happiness was the norm, the usual for her world;
Sadness was the enemy, tears rare like precious pearls.

Years later and she's older, wiser beyond her years.
"You're different," they say. "You've a gift."
A gift and a wish and a choice between two worlds,
Two worlds with different paths, two worlds honned with different girls.

The ashes of her cigarette lay muddled at her feet
As she ponders her future and the struggles she may meet.
"Should I do it, should I go? Or should I stay and let it flow?
Should I give up, should I try? Should I stay and let it die?"

She was different, had a gift,
A way with words and a love for it.

Once upon a time, her world was filled with light.
A sight optimistic, ecstatic like a birds first flight.
Happiness was the norm, the usual for her world;
Sadness was the enemy, tears rare like precious pearls.

These days she wallows on her throne,
Sized for a queen, a bed all her own.
Tears spill like precious gems, streaking olive - toned cheeks,
Pooling on her pillow while the poor girl weeps.

A light shines as her eyes close in slumber,
Dimming as the enemy comes out from under.

Her world, once filled with light,
Now struggles with the boundaries of her own first flight.