Nothing else really matters

She stood in line

With the rest of them

Quiet and composed

Holding onto her own story.

She didn’t plan to be here

No one ever does

The world continued on

Around her

Everything always does

She remembers the first day

The panic in her heart

Like suddenly this memory

Hangs on to her alone.

The people around now cry

Quiet in their own grief

They know she’ll rise above

The tough bird that she is

Sing above the trees

Let the sunlight be

What reminds us of life

How our lives are meant

To be.

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