Revival

She steps forward, one foot after the other...
Clenching onto a bouquet of dreams. 
Vision shaded by a veil of desperation. 
Desperately longing to fit the harsh mold of societal norms.
At the end of the aisle, affliction awaits. 
As she looks over her shoulder, passions fade into the distance. Blurred visions of aspirations haunt her psyche. 
Soon, paralysis sets in. Crippled by self-neglect, she is unable to stand alone.
Nourished only by solitude and reflection, she pulls through... soon breathing without assistance.
Exhaling as she walks away unscathed...
In great company with her undying bliss and emanating glow