Her thoughts raced

Her hand shakes as she reaches out

Having fallen time and time again,

Her tear streaked face,

Looking up in fear,

Yet,

Still,

She is full of hope.

Her heart, 

Streaked black by the others she let in, 

Her bright heart, 

Burning dim.

It becomes easier to breathe

Her thoughts calming

Her hand steadies as someone reaches out and holds it

Being lifted up once more,

Her smile shines bright,

Her heart, shining once more

Her face radiates hope

Her light, chasing away the shadows,

As they help restart the fire that burned deep inside her