The wind carries my fears on a whispered breeze.
       She's strong, a facade of happiness is my only saving grace.
She keeps on for the family she has, she hangs in thin air holding on to the edge of what she knows is all that's left.
    
     She clings onto her heart, the tension is forever.
  She knows if she lets up it will be ripped out.
     Watching life go by she wonders when her day will be,
if it will be, and by who.
   The ranks of society don't faze her,
she doesn't give a **** about the minds of others.
  
    Her family is her thread, and her friends are the needle, she uses those bonds to stitch herself up, but her ribs are broken. There's no glue.
   None of that matters, her heart is a stone that has been deteriorating for years. She comes this far only to survive more damage but she knows she can give in, she sees the value in life.
    
     Holding on to the attachment and joy she has she lives another days, another minute, another lifetime.
                      
                            

          She saves us all just by being alive and she doesn't know it.