She feels such an ache that it takes every ounce in her to breathe.  
The ground opening up  for her from beneath.

Questioning the reason for her existence. How am I impacting the world around me?
What do I do that makes a difference?

She catches a glimpse of herself in a store window.
Seeing a girl, a woman, a wife, a mother
Is this what I'm meant to be?  
But who am I to disagree.

Realizing that she,  being herself, is a true hero.      
  
The ground closes, a bounce returns to her step as she continues her journey
Knowing that she and only she can decide her fate without having to be carried out on a gurney      
                
We are all beautiful in our own freakness Learn to revel in our uniqueness.