She is a picture of strength

Crumpled and frayed

At the edges

Her firm resolve

Held together by a single thread

Her glass heart safeguarded

By paper walls

Her feet secure

On unsteady ground

Teetering on the edge of a

Destructive Hope.

Quiet Whispers echo off paper walls

With renewed promises of an

Ethereal Hope.

She belongs to a moment now

Each moment she is shattered

Then put back together again

Lost then Found

Each moment a thread

In a garment of her destiny

Muddled voices hushed by quiet Whispers of

"Persevere in the moment

For the moment"