by Gillian Craig
There once was a girl with a heart made of glass. She sat by the sea, mind stuck in the past. The light in her eyes had long been snuffed out by the tragic recall of her growing self-doubt. At least where there’s doubt, there’s feeling and drive, but now she is empty and cold inside. No reason to stand up and fight, as if a thief had stolen from her a purpose in life. For once it was gone, and she was at peace, she shed but one tear, and asked herself, “What do we do, when our dreams are achieved?”
