She flew to the suns and stars, and they destroyed her.
Burnt and broken she crash-landed back to earth.
The world took notice of the tremors,
complained of the inconvenience
and moved on without her.
She laid in the crater.
The charred remains of her soul.
And she cried tears of joy and sadness.
Because she knew she wasn't allowed to be done.
She would try again, because what else could she do?
It didn't matter. She knew she would never succeed.
