Status Quo

Lone traveller in a danger zone Blades slashes in a place she calls home Fixing scars oppressing her thin skin Stretching arms for a spark to fit in With a frail shield she walks her way Lids begging tears to stay away ‘Nay’ they say rolling down for a kiss Weak, tired and and in search of a bliss Stingers, venoms, and claws cast on her Tall she stood for them to deter Above she looks for her north star She could not reach for it was too far