Dust circles and settles.
At our best we can always reach
For the stars, at our worst
We struggle to fix our hearts.

She will go forward.
Woman full of strength, love
Courage, and loss will find herself.
Nestled at once in safe and admired.

For everything she brings is treasure,
A piece of herself, exposed and bleeding.
Her wounds gradually just skin deep.
The world has already begun to soothe.