Brain Freeze.

She grins to show strength,
but that spirit flew the coop.
She prays like a saint in a cathedral in 1932,
only to hold the solo piece of trust, that God instilled in her
when she was just a due date to the hospital,
 but a heart beat to her parents.
Uncertainty flies in her room like a loose bird in a pet store,
Thats when she proved to her mother,
that she wasn't complete but incomplete.
The brace that holds her back covers her heart as well,
but doesn't pity her.
Ice cream socials are the bonuses for such an inconvenience,
but could sugar really help the medicine go down?
Or just a temporary fix?
Her brain freeze has disabled her walk,
but blood still reaches her heart forewarning second chances
for those who are willing to kick hard enough.
Her frozen limbs lie like blood bags in a hospital ready to be moved.
Not the instability of her condition but the stability is what shakes my foundation.
Though her support is aesthetic there is nothing fake about her.

She knows the pain that lights her path,
but refuses to let it lead her way. She might be short a backbone,
but gained a even bigger one by losing it.

-M