A Delicate Flower

She feels it,

Herself growing stronger.

Though her heart may never

Mend?

Perhaps it had never been.

Anything but lost.

Yet she learns to cope.

Her heart may be weak,

But her mind has strength.

She believes there is

A simpler life.

If she were to give in,

To the darkness.

Ignorance

Lust

Power

She can't let herself though.

There is something 

Much more real.

She feels it.