There is a long tragic story
of a girl, young and unknowing,
who once owned the keys
to every dream her mind ever wrought,
and to every wish her heart constructed.
This girl, blessed with talents,
blessed with humility and dignity,
so free from the weight of the past.
She didn't know of what trials
and struggles lay before her;
she knew not of what cruel designs
were ingrained in the heart of the world.
She set out, to conquer all with her spirit,
to enchant the people with her voice.
And she was met with brick walls,
brick and mortar laced with doubt and envy.
She was brought to her knees
by the force of disdain raining down.
She crawled until she fell.
And she fell through a hole in the Earth
to another place where all was dust
and nothing shined with promise anymore.
She gave in to apathy
until it was the only thing she felt.
Complacency, the silent evil,
the lets dreams die.
This story becomes dim as
the lights behind her eyes
fade to veiled shadows
and eternal lonely nights.
She had loved her dream
like a person held dear
Forlorn hearts forget
that passion once fueled
their happily chaotic fantasies.
Sadness sinks into even
the most violent love
and fervent devotions.
What once moved her to frenzy,
quickened her pulse with glee,
now only served to remind her
of her first love lost.
The memory tormented her,
searing agony in her chest,
silent tears falling in the dark.
She sees it all now,
the stalwart love led astray,
the weakness of youth and insecurity,
the cursed hindsight of age,
the burden of regret -
so terrible and radiant -
the ghost of a dream long since
gone and buried,
that cannot leave her side.
Understanding grows to despair -
She must believe
that in this world,
there is still space and time
for second chances.
She knows that life
is not like feel-good movies,
where the heroine magically
pulls one out of the hat.
She does not expect miracles,
having grown too wise
to dream with such abandon.
But can there be just enough magic
left in this dark and hopeless world
to illuminate this dreamer
to find the way to find
her second chance?

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