The Walls That Bind

In crumbling halls of learning, where dreams are forged and shattered,

A young architect's spirit still beats, though her body's worn.

Her eyes, once bright with promise, now dimly shine like stars,

As she battles the shadows that creep, and the weight of her scars.

Her name is whispered in hushed tones, a cautionary tale,

Of a girl who defied the odds, yet her health began to fail.

The once-vibrant colors of her world, now muted and gray,

As the weight of her condition bears down, day by day.

Yet, in the midst of her struggle, she finds solace in her art,

A refuge from the pain and the doubts that assail her heart.

She pours her soul into the lines and curves of her design,

A testament to her resilience, a beacon that shines so fine.

With every step, with every breath, she fights to stay upright,

To hold on to her dreams, though her body's in constant flight.

The world may see her as weak, but she knows she's strong,

For she's built a fortress of hope, where her spirit can belong.

In the silence of her studio, where the city's din subsides,

She finds solace in the beauty that her art provides.

The lines and shapes that dance upon her page,

A reflection of her inner strength, a testament to her stage.

Though her body may falter, her spirit remains unbroken,

A flame that flickers still, though the winds of doubt are spoken.

She knows that she's not alone, for there are those who see,

The beauty in her art, the strength in her humanity.

And so she holds on tight, to the threads of her design,

A tapestry of hope and courage, woven with every line.

For in the end, it's not the walls that bind,

But the strength of her spirit, will forever shine.