She was up before the sun, while the grass was still wet.
The early morning chill put goosebumps on her legs.
Orange polish on her nails was chipping toward the edge.
The innocence she had was hanging on the ledge.
She crinkled up her toes, grabbing slippery blades of grass.
She pulled them at the roots, and tossed them from her path.
She walked a little ways, ponytail brushing on her neck.
Thoughts of their conversation rolling through her head.
Everything she thought she knew had all been undone.
All the good within her vanished with the sun.
With nothing to sustain her, hope was just a dream.
Her life a spacious nothing, an empty vessel gleam.
But then happened something, I cannot spell out.
The girl with dewy feet, started to dance around.
Liquid sun and morning dew poured beyond her contain.
Broken empty vessel girl will never be the same.
What happened in the morning dew, before the sun arose,
A miracle of fortitude, but no one fully knows.
Her guilty heart, prayers of tears, her sorrow spilling out,
Were heard by her maker, who loved within, without.
Standing tall and straight, her eyes closed to the East.
The sun came up over the hill and dried her swollen cheeks.
Broken empty vessel girl disappeared in the morning sun.
The grass is dry, the tears have gone, the past has been undone.