Alice.

Alice.

She tries
She falls, further down the rabbit hole that rapidly consumes her silhouette

She cries
Knowing that tears right no wrongs, but chooses to echo the grief in her mind aloud

She struggles
Daily, hourly, always. Pain is good.
It helps her grow.

She finishes the cycle of a day and leaves

She will write
Her sorrows away, black helvetica claim the white pages
With her fears and failure

She is
Above all a warrior, with a soul stronger than mountains

She will not pretend

She will store
each fragment of belief in a reservoir of faith, till it overflows with resignation

And she will try, try again.


-ro.