She stands in a place where the ground still aches
Where everything around her has already given in
She doesn’t call for help
She learned not to disturb the peace
There was a time she might have cried out in misery
Before the silence taught her how to master the art of being still
If you happen to see her
you might call her beautiful but fragile
But you would be partly right
She's beautiful but not fragile at all
While everything shatters around her she still stands
In a place that has
Forgotten mercy
Forgotten kindness
Forgotten the sound of laughter that didn’t break into violence
Forgotten how to honor a queen
Forgotten what it truly means to be a king
Forgotten how to hold life
without crushing it
Forgotten what it means
to leave something whole
Forgotten how to communicate
Forgotten the patience of growing
Forgotten how to safely debate
Forgotten that anything supernatural
could still exist
After everything the ground has swallowed
After everything the sky has fallen on
She refused to disappear
She might be the only proof left
That something gentle survived

