Illuminated every aspect
Of what was most frightening
When her life boomed like thunder.
Right as the sky’s of her head
With gray, swollen, thick clouds,
Were the least suitable in truth
For silver lined mental states.
There her selective connections
Tended to quickly cover
Long distances into the future
With pure far reaching honesty.
Still forever became those
Pieces she likely strung together
Of fallacy, and memorable fancy,
And pain, and perseverance.
Because time had continued
Awakening her with sharp jolts,
While her cycles took her
Through many temporary extremes.
Where with dire determination
Each act was an accomplishment
That might not have been
Without her finding her courage.