A grain of sand was what they had
she couldn't bear to lose what they had
clutching it, she was afraid of the breeze, the rain,
the accidental bumping of shoulders with familiar faces
or the occasional judging eyes of strangers
and so she hid, carefully stepping over every little cracks
holding what tiny left that they had close to her heart
holding her breath and hushing the whispers around them
commanding the world to stand still

it was flawed, it was a mess but she didn't care
she told her that she was beautiful, special
and she believed
slowly like an addict, she craved for more

imagine her surprise when she was denied
promises were broken
light as a feather, it didn't stand a chance against the soft flapping of butterfly wings
in a blink of an eye

In the end,
'what for?' she asked herself