' in which she is done being weak '

faltering smiles, though braving through nearly unscathed.

insisting 'go on' , 'grow up' , 'be worthy'

the moon rose up and kept its watchful eye upon her cheek.

blankets draped onto onto her, caressing her sweet thoughts.

silence prevailed, and peace awakened.

however, dawn was quick on her hind legs, a unwavering spring in her quiet step.

many would rejoice in the reassuring brazen beams, and perhaps so would she.

though, soon, the seemingly noiseless presence trailed chaos behind her.

peace fell dormant. and all hope was lost.