Life of the Abandoned

What sort of life can one be expected to live When forced independence is bestowed upon thee Disowned and made to discern the world alone Toughens up a woman beyond any measure Beneath soft skin lies a frozen will Cold blood that runs throughout the veins A relentless desire to fight to the end Even when the circumstances made death seem like mercy Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute Time moves on without slowing at all A never-ending force that decides everything And puts to a halt the most persistent energy While eyes glaze over from all directions Seeing the beauty portrayed over the surface But within consists of fractures and cracks That with pressure have turned into crystals So as the moon changes with phases Pulling the tides of our hearts Waves crashing over and eroding us away And only the sturdiest pieces remain