she holds the universe,
tender and careful,
perhaps even slender.
our chances escape,
but she, god she,
she laughs it off.
the chillest in the room,
always intact.
you could be dying,
and she'd still find light.
dark tunnels don't exist,
not when you think of her.
little does anyone know,
the shadows in her mind,
taking over,
seducing her to sins,
naming her the queen.
she's weaker than she seems.
faking it seems her forte,
but gosh,
she's stronger than anyone
I've ever known.
who else battles with demons
and tears herself apart
while balancing the world
at her fingertips?
