She cried
Silently into the night
Where no one could hear
They had blown
Away her castles
In the air
With whispers of conspiracy
They had burnt down
Her dreams
On the pyre
Of convention
They had stepped
On her hopes
With a stampede
Of disapproval
Her dreams
Her hopes
Her world
Lay scattered
Like shrapnel
The fragments
Lay broken
With jagged edges
That could only pierce
Her soul
Yet her irrepressible
Spirit
Found a reason
To soar again
Mend her broken wings
With care
With fragility
She gathered
Her fragmented
Hopes
She gathered
The ashes of her dreams
And the remains
Of her world
She looked at
Morning sky with
A renewed gleam
Of hope
Because tomorrow
Held in its
Womb
The promise
Of a new dawn
Patterned with
Hopes of building
The life of her dreams yet again
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This is beautiful, and very strong