The past was dark,
dabbling in fear and sorrow,
if angels had not extended their hands,
perhaps in heaven she would be now.
The present is uncertain,
surrounded by smoke and mirrors,
her reflection she does not recognise,
but she stands rooted amongst a storm.
The future she thinks not,
fumbling to get her foothold upon the dreams,
she sought to reach but too far high above they are,
residing within the castle in the clouds.
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