Foundation (Prose)

Her exterior radiates and like the pearly gates, the people always gravitate.

The trusted look in your eyes over shadows her hindered demise.

She appears to be certain, so free, but inside pain has fostered that would disagree.

She is barely breathing, forgotten the life she used to take in, was a milestone she seeks to win.

Who is she competing with? There is no one, no riff, nothing that really keeps her stiff.

She struggles to keep her head above water, forgetting that she can fly.

Let her go out on a whim, long limb, regroup, and learn again...

A bullet grazed her chest, but instead of penetrating it fell down like an abandon nest.

Reminding her that her outside is invincible, when will she realize this principle?

Everything will fall into place, give it time, you're not running a race.

Plant your feet on the ground and remember what was lost can still be found.

Allow your own limbs to grow; you need not forget you have more to show.

Your home is an internal state of mind, find it!

Settle this, don't forsake time; remember this is an eternal peace not blind.