The broken times had come, and they’d come hard:
Her spirit bent, her body tired and sore —
The doors seemed shut, her every pathway barred,
And what was once a joy, now felt a chore:
She didn’t want to face it anymore.
And so she rode out past the lights, and cars –
Her whispered wish: a secret in the stars.
And there, the wonder lit upon her eyes;
The voices of the many come before
Had filled with her with such ardor, and surprise
As picked her weary heart up, off the floor
Of what had been. Intead, now, what’s in store
For her seemed possibility; her scars
Were soothed by secrets whispered in the stars