She dreamed of a magical place,
With orange skies and hidden grace,
Where she could see the darkness hide,
And everything would be a happy surprise.
But lifting the veil was never easy.
Reality had always been scary.
Nevertheless, she tried hard to reach her goal,
Hiding all her tears in a secret bowl.
But the bowl couldn’t store all her tears.
And eventually, she was drowned in her fears.
Closer to the edge she went.
Failed was her last attempt.
In total despair, she screamed,
Hoping to find a healer.
Never could she imagine,
That her scream was just a whisper.