When her world dropped like a glass ball shattering splinters of broken dreams, she stood up and never looked back, even as hope hemorrhaged promises and desertion seeped into her life, viscous and hostile like black tar. Hungry mouths demanded attention. Lost hearts needed direction. She doesn’t look ahead to a world of calloused regrets, the stark vacancy of trustful love, or ambitions rotted by the cavities of frailty. She keeps in the moment, clutching faith in blinded strides and confronting real fear with open eyes. She is strength and happiness, because she believes in it.