Inside,

despite being empty,

she pursues.

Outside,

despite being burnt,

she overcomes.

Above,

in spite of the clouds,

the stars guide her.

Below,

without steady footing,

she races.

She races,

with her back scorned,

with her heart tattered.

She races with nothing but a promise.

A promise to herself.

A promise to rise.

Fall after fall,

She will rise.