Part II: Mend

She wipes her tears away as

time ticks and ticks not

waiting for pities,

No one invited to this party

so why feel gloom?

Soon it will be her June

to bloom with anonymous

moves,

Jump over thrown stones

they have missed,

Upward mouth curve more

as she finds a glow in

her nervous bones,

Wear what will not tear

her seams that is to be,

She holds who is close

to her own soul,

Cheers shout by her side

with no fear,

Her heart shines once she

looks inside without demise.