An Ode To Her

She has a fragile heart Which is tearing her apart But she is bearing it all To make it through this downfall. She has a sensitive soul Which is slipping vaguely from her own control But she is staying strong To be able to withstand this storm. She is emotionally scarred And she gets nervous when it rains hard But she is collecting those broken pieces To deal with the cold clique when the heat increases. She is physically abused And her compassion is constantly being misused But she keeps telling herself That she belongs somewhere else. Her hands are trembling And every wound she sees is troubling But she is constantly wrestling Because she is not willing to be settling. Her world is crumbling And every word she says comes stumbling But she is searching for the hope By looking at the stars through the telescope. Her eyes are bleeding And her heart is barely beating But she is walking all by herself Healing the world and her soul as well.