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"