her heart

she trembles and aches,
this little girl that could not find hope,
only grief to inflict upon her,
and thickening faster,
building up within and around,
leaving no place open or free,
willing the tears to flow,
the eyes well-up,
nearly pouring out in full force,
until there is no end,
through all the turmoil,
tears and trouble,
she stops and listens to her heart,
for once it speaks to her,
beckoning silently,
quietly to help her through the muck,
and release her full of fervor,
to take on the darkness of this world,
and so her heart grew stronger,
her chin flew higher,
and the skies were now her horizon,
and the ground a cold, distant past.