The memories are beginning to fade which makes her feel uneasy.
She is torn between continuing to cling to her shattered remains or admit it is time for rebirth.
The past was challenging and difficult.
Safe.
The unknown brings new dangers and uncharted territory that does more than terrify her.
It makes her question her essence.
The broken glass lies bloody on the floor.
The scars of her mind and body ache with nostalgia.
She is finally forced to confront the delicate struggles tangling her thoughts and flooding her ability to comprehend.
To break it would unleash a new furry.
The restore it would protect the evil that consumes.
The waves draw in and out on the shoreline.
Each crash coincides with her sharp breath.
Her lungs feel torn down and worn out.
Yet a new strength seems to be lingering
Awaiting its chance.
As the point grows nearer, the air grows thinner.
As the air grows thinner, the thoughts grow weaker.
As the thoughts grow weaker, the actions grow timid.
As the actions grow timid, conviction is lost.
