My fragile girl pretends she’s made
Of steel, not threads unravelled.
But in her soul, the stars have laid
The wounds of worlds she’s travelled.
She stares at dawn like it’s a flame,
Her hands clenched tight in sorrow.
The world throws trials, cruel and tame —
But she won’t break tomorrow.
She’s learned to smile when candles glow,
Say “I’m fine” through the quaking.
Though pain has carved her shape in snow,
It left her soul unbreaking.
In every step — defiant grace,
In every breath — resistance.
She may fall still, but not erase
Her fierce, enduring distance.
She trusts not luck, nor sudden fate,
Yet walks — though blind and weary.
And one day spring will reach her gate,
And she’ll breathe deep and clearly.
My fragile girl
© Copyright: Даяна Абаз, 2025
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