In the subtle breath she yearned
For the harsh truth to disappear
Yet in the streets filled with choas
She danced through as if in a dias
In the warm corners of the soul
She melted down like butter
In the cold streaks that were drawn
She fashioned herself into a knife
Yet she yearned all over again
For the reassuring whisper
That would give her the grip air
In the struggle to earn her crown.
Vpoetry 