Defying Black Hole

Sitting is a girl who I knew once.

Filled with the power of a nebula.

Pixie dust and sparkles were along with her.

Her smile felt like her savior.

Guarding her, from herself.

But as I see her now,

She sits there alone with five others.

She hears no one as she nods.

She sweats as the monsoon arrives.

She freezes as the summer approaches.

Her once sparkling eyes,
Now lie still, into the blank space.

Shining through the armour
She thought there would be someone.
Breaking through the sheets of iron and rust.
She saw through her camouflage of pixie dust.
An illusion of happily ever after.

Hoping to depend on someone hopelessly.
Who am I to blame her?
Aren't we all taught to live that way?
Aren't we taught to slay?
Slay our dreams, hopes, efforts to depend on someone?

But yet, she tried her best to get the wings.
She wanted to feel what magic her pixie dust and wings,
Together did. 
Tired and wired with what she had,
She felt ruined too easy.

This went on for a month or two.
I tried to help her 
But it wasn't something anyone could do.

When magically she appeared with wings.
Sparkling dust again encircled her.
She came out of the empty space.
She, for once, defied the falling into the black hole.
But when I saw her jump out of it.
I saw her become a star again.
The brightest, the toughest, the fittest.