All she ever sought was to be safe.

Yet turmoil after turmoil stripped her bare

It became a constant battle, more like a never-ending war. 

Armouring up constantly, always on guard.  

Sanctuary and safety turned foreign— like a distant dream.

Growing tired and weary, retreating into solitude. Taking knock after knock, almost falling. 

Holding onto the little pieces left. 

Still, not giving up on safety.

Yearning to find it someday—

the peace within the chaos.