In the stillness between heartbeats, a girl drifts alone,
Through veils of memory, in a house of her own,
Where whispers of truth and shadows of fear
Guide her through fragments of all she holds dear.
Wall:
In a corner she waits, where silence is deep,
Guardian of secrets that 'she' dare not keep.
Walls rise like whispers, preserving the mind,
A quiet sentinel, for solace she's designed.
Window:
In games of foresight she'll quietly preside,
Eyes that see beyond what words have implied,
She reads through the masks that the world tries to hide,
And waits for the moment the curtains are untied.
Roof:
She bears the storms that leave the heart defied,
Yet offers soft refuge to those who've cried,
Even shattered, her compassion never died,
A harbor for the hearts that storms have pried.
Floor:
Through trials and doubts, her resolve stands tall,
A quiet foundation that cradles all.
In the shifting tides, may her will be a guide,
As the steady ground on which dreams may stride.
Door:
In flowing white, she moves through shadowed halls,
Gazing within where her own silence calls,
Facing the fragments that dwell deep inside,
She is the center where fractured hearts collide.